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Author of "Living Thouglits of Leading Thinkers." 












Remember that the * secret studies of an author are the 
sunken piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, 
spanning the dark waters of oblivion. They are out of 
sight; but without them no superstructure can stand secure. 




THE hearty welcome extended to " Living Thoughts of 
Leading Thinkers," and the many congratulations received 
from those who profess to have been not only entertained 
but helped by its perusal, have encouraged me, after so 
long an interval, to make another effort in the same direc- 
tion. I can only hope that the second attempt may meet 
with as cordial a reception. 

S. P. L. 

CINCINNATI, Nov. 3 1881. 


OUT whitest pearl we never find. 


It is icith words as with sunbeams the more they are 
di the deeper they burn. 








IY. LIGHTED FAGOTS ....... 32 






X. SIGNAL LIGHTS (Continued) 88 

XI. SIGNAL LIGHTS (Continued) 99 

XII. SIGNAL LIGHTS (Continued) 107 

XIII. SIGNAL LIGHTS (Concluded) 120 



^yj^ W ATCH FIRES (Continued) ..... 154 

XVII. WATCH FIRES (Concluded) 164 


XIX. VIOLET-FLAMES (Concluded) 188 

XX. SUNBURSTS ........ 205 





XXII. FIREFLIES ......,". 230 
















Lectio inquirit, vneditatio invenit; 
Oratio pulsat, contemplatio degustat. 
(Heading seeks, meditation finds; 
Prayer asks, contemplation tastes), 



' Tis his at last who says it best, 

A VEKSE may find him who a sermon flies. 

George Herbert. 

THOUGHT is the property of those only who can entertain it. 


I LOVE to lose myself in other men's minds. 

Charles Lamb. 

WORDS only live when worthy to be said. 


WORDS are things, and a small drop of ink 
Falling- like dew upon a thought, produces 
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. 



WHAT gems of painting or statutarj are in the world of 
art, or what flowers are in the world of nature, are gems of 
thought to the cultivated and thinking. 


IT is the masterful will that compresses a life-thought into 
a pregnant word or phrase, and sends it ringing through the 


William Mathers. 

THE multiplicity of facts and writings is become so great 
that everything must now be reduced to extracts. 


As the highly colored birds do not fly around in the dull, 
leaden plains of a sandy desert, but amid all the settings of 
nature's leaves and blossoms, and lights and shades na- 
ture's framework of their picture so there are truths 
which do not appear well in arid fields of philosophic in- 
quiry, but which demand the colored air and the bowers of 
poetry to be the setting of their charms. 

David Swing* 

OUR thoughts are ever forming our characters, and what- 
ever they are most absorbed in will tinge our lives. 

P/iila. Ledger. 

IDEAS strangle statutes. 

Wendell Phillips. 

IDEAS go booming through the world louder than cannon; 
thoughts are mightier than armies. 

JKev. Dr. W. M. Paxton. 

IDEAS often reach the people just as they are leaving the 
schools, and often, on the other hand, the schools go on 
spinning their tough threads long after the people have lost 
all their interest. 

Guesses at Truth. 


OUR great thoughts, our great affections, the truths of 

our life, never leave us. Surely they cannot separate from 
our consciousness, shall follow it whithersoever that shall 
go, and are of their nature divine and immortal. 


THE key to every man is his thought. Sturdy and defy- 
ing though he look, he has a helm which he obeys, which is 
the idea after which all his facts are classified. He can 
only be reformed by showing him a new idea which com- 
mands his own. 


EVERY man is in one sense an historical production. The 
ideas which form his life have come to him through the 
course of development in which he moves. 


THE restless mind of man cannot but press a principle to 
the real limit of its application, even though centuries 
should intervene between the premises and the conclusion. 


IN the end thought rules the world. There are times 
when impulses and passions are more powerful, but they 
soon expend themselves, while mind, acting constantly, is 
ever ready to drive them back and to work when their ener- 
gies are exhausted. 


MAIST is but a reed, the weakest in nature; but he is a 
reed which thinks; the universe need not rise in arms to 
crush him; a vapor, a drop of water suffices to kill him. 
Bat were the universe to crush him, man would still be 
greater than the power which killed him; for he knows that 
he dies, and of the advantage which the universe has over 
him, the universe knows nothing, 



IDEAS trouble us even more than men. 

Stopford A. J3roo7ce. 

IDEAS make their way in silence like the waters that, fil- 
tering behind the rocks of the Alps, loosen them from the 
mountain on which they rest 

EVENTS are only the shells of ideas, and often it is the 
fluent thought of ages that is crystallized in a moment by 
the stroke of a pen or the point of a bayonet. 


THE poems which have lingered in the ear of genera- 
tions have been clear-cut crystals, flashing hero and there 
with varied "brightness ideas set in gold of cunning work- 

JJ. W. Bellows. 

As cloud on clouds, snow on snow, as the bird on air, as 
the planet rests on space in its flight, so do nations of men 
and their institutions rest on thoughts. 

THEY are never alone who are accompanied by noblo 

Sir Philip Sidney. 

THE best of a book is not the thought which it contains, 
but the thought it suggests; just as the charm of music 
dwells not in the tones, but in the echoes of our hearts. 

THE whip of words short, sharp, incisive words chosen 
with care and knotted well together, is a terrible weapon. 
One brief, indignant couplet of such words, or a prophetic! 
warning of three small syllables only, like "vae victte" will 
go round the globe, and man has no power to stop it, 

JRev. J)r. James Clark. 


A BKOAD-MIXDED selection of noble passages, though It 
may not be able to do all we could wish in a moral way, can 
certainly do much to raise men to a high moral, political 
and social plane. I believe that gems of literature intro- 
duced into our schools, if properly taught, will be able to do 
this, partly by their own directive influence on the young 
mind, but particularly as being such a draft upon the foun- 
tain of higher literature as shall result in an abiding thirst 
for noble reading. 

Prof. John J3. Peaslee. 

A BOOK, is a living voice. It is a spirit walking on the 
face of the earth. It continues to be the living thought of 
a person separated from us by space and time. Men pass 
away; monuments crumble into dust what remains and 
survives is human thought. 

Samuel Smiles. 

EVERY reader has his favorite author and favorite passa- 
ges texts to which he will turn in danger or sorrow with 
special expectation, and promises which will seem to have 
been expressly written for his personal use. 

Itev. Dr. Joseph Parker. 

AT the top of his mind the devout scholar has a holy of 
holies, a little pantheon set round with altars and the im- 
ages of the greatest men. Every day, putting on a priestly 
robe, he retires into this temple and passes before its shrines 
and shapes. Here he feels a thrill of awe; there he lays a 
burning aspiration; farther on he swings a censer of rever- 
ence. To one he lifts a look of love; at the feet of another 
he drops a grateful tear; and before another still, a flush of 
pride and joy suffuses him; they smile on him; sometimes 
they speak and wave their solemn hands. Always they look 
up to the Highest Purified and hallowed, he gathers his 
soul together, and comes away from the worshipful inter- 
course, serious, serene, glad, and strong, 



IF a man empties Ms purse into bis head, no one can take 

it from him. 

Benjamin Franklin. 

HE is wise who knows the sources of knowledge who 
knows who has written, and where it is to be found. 

JSev. Dr. A. A. Hodge. 

I HOLD it as a great point in self-education, that the stu- 
dent be continually engaged in forming exact ideas, and in 
expressing them clearly by language. 


CJEBTAIN thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, 
whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its 

Victor Hugo. 

" I open a noble volume I say to myself : " Now the 
only Croesus that I envy is he who is reading a better book 
than this." 

Philip Gilbert Hamerton. 

READ only the masterpieces in literature the strongest 
men on their strong points. 

Prof. John Fraser. 

IKSIST on reading the great books, on marking the great 
events of the world. Then the little books may take care 
of themselves, and the trivial incidents of passing politics 
and diplomacy may perish with the using. 

Dean Stanley. 

A PAGE digested is better than a book hurriedly read. 


I HATE sought for rest everywhere, but I have fowtid it 
nowhere, except in a little corner with a little book. 

Thomas d, ICempis. 


SOCIETY Is a strong solution of books. It draws the vir- 
tue out of what is best worth reading, as hot water draws 
the strength of tea-leaves. 


CHOOSE your author as you choose your friend. 


A BOOK is good company. It is full of conversation with- 
out loquacity. It comes to our longing with full instruc- 
tion, but pursues us never. It is not offended at our ab- 
sent-mindedness, nor jealous if we turn to other pleasures, 
of leaf, or dress, or mineral, or even of books. It silently 
serves the soul without recompense not even for the hire 
of love. And, yet more noble, it seems to pass from itself 
and to enter the memory, and to hover in a silvery transfor- 
mation there, until the outward book is but a body and its 
soul and spirit are flown to you, and possess your memory 
like a spirit. 


GET into some good library and read. First read the 
Bible and then William Shakespeare. It will do no harm 
to read one in the morning and the other at night. I am 
not speaking ridiculously to you now, for, with a complete 
knowledge of these two greatest delineators of human na- 
ture, you will have a key, and can, as it were, lift off the 
skull-cap and read a man's utmost thoughts. 

JoJin A. Murphy ', M.D. 

AND while some books, like steps, are left behind us by 
the very help which they yield us, and serve only our child- 
hood or early life, some others go with us, in mute fidelity, 
to the end of life, a recreation for fatigue, an instruction for 
our sober hours, and solace for our sickness or sorrow. Ex- 
cept the great outdoors, nothing that has so much life of 

its own, gives so much life to us. 



THERE is a kind of physiognomy in the titles of books no 
less than in the faces of men, by which a skilful observer 
will know as well what to expect from the one as the other. 

J3ishop Butler. 

OF all the reproaches which arise against a man in his 
chamber of study, there is none more bitter than these two: 
the sight of his own books unread, and the sight of his own 
books read. The one accuses him of waste, the other ac- 
cuses him of inattention. We are slothful in not reading; 
we are slothful also in reading. Examine yourself, grapple 
with the demon of inattention, and make each book, each 
pao^e, each sentence, give account of itself to you. 

Jtev. 0. J. Vaughan, D.D. 

THERE are books which take rank in our life with parents 
and lovers and passionate experiences, so medicinal, so 
stringent, so revolutionary, so authoritative books which 
are the work and the proof of faculties so comprehensive, 
so nearly equal to the world which they paint, that, though 
one shuts them with meaner ones, he feels his exclusion 

from them to accuse his way of living. 

* * * * * * * 

The three practical rules, then, which I have to offer, are: 
1. Never read any book that is not a year old. 2. Never 
read any but famed books. 3. Never read any but what 
you like; or, in Shakespeare's phrase, 

u No profit goes where is no pleasure ta en; 
In brief, sir, study what you most affect." 


WUJSIST a new book comes out, I read an old one. 

* Samite I JRogers. 

INSIPID books soon find the way to oblivion, but books 
that have life compel the world to read them, even though 
the reading lead to anger and hostility. 

JRev. Dr. Joseph Parker. 


GET at the root of things. The gold mines of Scripture 
are not the top soil; you must open a shaft. The precious 
diamonds of experience are not picked up In the roadway; 
their secret places are far down. Get down into the vitali- 
ty, the solidity, the veracity, the divinity of the Word of God, 
and seek to possess with it the inward work of the 

THERE are passages of Scripture that glow with the poetry 
of heaven and immortality. 

Gfrei/son Letters. 

You never get to the end of Christ's words. There is 
something in them always behind. They pass into proverbs, 
they pass into laws, they pass into doctrines, they pass into 
consolations; but they never pass away, and after all the 
use that is made ol them, they are still not exhausted. 

Dean Stanley. 



TEACH the children ! it is painting in fresco* 


CHILDEEX have more need of models than of critics. 


BEGIN with the infant in his cradle; let the first word he 
lisps be Washington! 


constantly underrate the capacity of children to 'un- 
derstand and to suffer. 

John IB. G-ough. 


CHILDREN keep us at play all our lives. 


WOULD God, some one had taught me, when young, the 

names of the grasses and constellations ! 


EVERY first thing continues forever with the child; the 
first color, the first music, the first flower, paint the fore- 
ground of his life. The first inner or outer object of love, 
injustice, or such like, throws a shadow immeasurably far 

along his after years. 


IN the man whose childhood has known tender caresses, 
there is a fibre of memory which can be touched to gentle 


George Eliot. 

IN children, a great curiousness is well, 

Who have themselves to learn, and all the world. 


HAPPY the child who is suffered to be, and content to be, 
what God meant it to be a child while childhood lasts, 
Happy the parent who does not force artificial manners, pre- 
cocious feelings, premature religion. 

F. W. Robertson. 

You never know what child in rags and pitiful squalor 
that meets you in the street may have in him the germ of 
gifts that might add new treasures to the storehouse of beau- 
tiful things or noble acts. 

JTohn Morley. 

A MOTHER loses a child. It ever remains to her a child. 
It is only she that can be said to have a child. She remem- 
bers it as it was. 



YOUTH fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; 
A mother's secret liope outlives them all* 


"WHAT if Grod should place in your hand a diamond, and 
tell you to inscribe on it a sentence which should be read at 
the last day, and shown there as an Index of your own thoughts 
and feelings, what care, what caution would you exercise In 
the selection! Now this is what God has done. He has 
placed before you the Immortal minds of vour children, 
more imperishable than the diamond, on which you are to 
inscribe every day and every hour, by your instructions, by 
your spirit or by your example, something which will re- 
main and be exhibited for or against you at the judgment. 

Pay son. 

has one person forgotten his pure, right-educating 
mother. On the blue mountains of our dim childhood, 
towards which we ever turn and look, stand the mothers 
who marked out to us from thence our life. 

The teachers of children should be held in highest honor; 
they are the allies of legislators; they have agency in the 
prevention of crime; they aid in regulating the atmosphere, 
whose incessant action and pressure cause the life-blood to 
circulate and to return pure and healthful to the heart of 
the nation. 

Mrs. Sigourney. 

THE consciousness of duty performed gives us music at 

George Herbert. 

THERE is no sculpturing like that of character. 


PRECEDENT is the terror of second-rate men. 

Jftev. Dr, Joseph Parker. 


HOLD diligent converse with thy children. Have them 
Morning and evening round thee; love thou them. 
And win their love in these rare, beauteous years; 
For only while the short-lived dream of childhood 
Lasts are they thine no longer ! 

THE children's world is full of sweet surprises; 

Our common things are precious in their sight j 
For them the stars shine, and the morning rises 

To show new treasures of untold delight. 

A dance of bluebells in the shady places; 

A crimson flush of sunset in the west; 
The cobwebs, delicate as fairy laces; 

The sudden finding of a wood-bird's nest. 

Their hearts and lips are full of simple praises 
To Him who made the earth divinely sweet; 

They dwell among the buttercups and daisies, 
And find His blessings strewn about their feet. 

But we, worn out by days of toil and sorrow, 
And sick of pleasures that are false and vain; 

Would freely give our golden hoards to borrow 
One little hour of childhood's bliss again. 

Yet He who sees their joy beholds our sadness; 

And in the wisdom of a Father's Jove 
He keeps the secret of the heavenly gladness; 

Our sweet surprises wait for us above. 

Sarah Doudney, 

THE human species is one family the education of its 
youth should be equal and universal. 

Fanny Wright 

IT is no more possible to prevent thought from reverting 
to an idea than the sea from returning to the shore. 

Victor Hugo. 


I WILL utter what I believe to-day, if it should contradict 
all I said yesterday. 

Wendell Phillips. 

ECCENTRICITY is the privilege of an anomalous mind. 


OBSTINACY is the heroism of little minds. 

CONSISTENCY is a deadly foe to progress. 


THERE is no rule, or catechism, or precedent, that is a 
good substitute for thinking. 

N*. T. World 

IF a thousand old beliefs were ruined in our march to 
truth, we must still inarch on. 

Btopford A. .Brooke* 

I DO not regret having braved public opinion, when I 
knew it was wrong and was sure it would be merciless. 

Horace Greeley. 

POPULAR opinion is the greatest lie in the world. 


I PREFER to belong to the intellectual rather than to the 
numerical majority. 

Benjamin J)^ Israeli. 

THE highest atmospheres are the battle-fields of eagles. 
So it is with men. No two strong- winged thinkers soar 
near each other but they antagonize. 

Geo. Alfred Townsend. 

COMMON sense plays the game with the cards it has. It 
does not ask an impossible chess-board, but takes the one 

before it and plays the game. 

Wendell Phillips. 


I AM in earnest; I will not equivocate; I will not excuse; 
I will not retract an inch, and I will be heard. 

"Win. Lloyd Garrison, 

SAXON" cruelty! how it cheers, my heart to think that 
you dare not attempt such a thing again! 

Daniel 0' Connell. 

1 HAVE dared to lift up the banner that is fallen clown. 

. John Calvin. 

WHEN bad men combine, the good must associate. 


LIBERTY ! how many crimes have been committed in 
thy name! 

Madame JKoiolancl 

1 HAVE wedded the cause of human improvement; I have 
staked upon it my life, my reputation, and my fortune. 

Fanny Wright. 

THERE is no success without you work for it. You can- 
not extemporize success. 

James A. Garfield. 

IT is of far less consequence, in any Divine estimate of 
things, how much a man suffers, than what the man is. 

Austin f helps. 

WHOSOEVER is in love' with cold, hunger, disease, death, 
let him follow me ! 


OSTE ages rapidly on the battle-field. 


THERE is little or nothing in this life worth living for, but 
we can all of us go forward and do our duty. 



EVEN power Itself hath not one-half the might of gentle- 

Leigh Hunt. 

A LAUGH Is worth a hundred groans in any market. 

Charles Lamb. 

You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must 
hammer and forge yourself one. 


MAY the realities of life dispel for you its illusions. 


EVERY man stamps his value on himself; the price we 
challenge for ourselves is given us. 


EVERY cultivated mind carries a liturgy in its own re- 
fined taste. 

JRev. Dr. E. E. Beadle. 

TURNER could put infinite space into a square inch of 



WHAT succeeds we keep, and it becomes the habit of 


Theo. Parker. 

AFTER a spirit of discernment, the next rarest things in 
the world are diamonds and pearls. 

La IBruy&re* 

IN character, in manner, in style, in all things, the su- 
preme excellence is simplicity. 


IT is when you come close to a man in conversation that 
you discover what his real abilities are. 

Samuel Johnson. 


LIFB is a comedy to him who thinks, and a tragedy to 

him who feels. 

Horace Walpole. 

THERE is no fiercer hell than failure in a great attempt. 


EVERY man is great just because he is a man. 

W. E. Channing. 

NEVER niind where you work; care more about your 



VIRTUE is bold, and goodness never fearful. 


MY tastes are aristocratic; my actions democratic. 

Victor Hugo. 

GOOD company and good conversation are the sinews 

of virtue, 

Hon. Stephen Allen. 

NOTHING can work me damage but myself ; the harm 
that I sustain I carry about with me; and I am never a real 
sufferer but by my own fault. 

St. Bernard. 

OF all the agonies in life, that which is most poignant and 
harrowing that which for the time annihilates reason, and 
leaves our whole organization one lacerated, mangled heart 
is the conviction that we have been deceived where we 
placed all the trust of love. 


THE golden age is not in the past, but in the future; not 
in the origin of human experience, but in its consummate 
flower; not opening in Eden, but out from Gethsemane. 

hap in. 


THE reason I beat the Austrlans is, they did not know 
the value of five minutes. 


THEBE is nothing that this age, from whatever standpoint 
we survey it, needs more, physically, intellectually and 
morally, than thorough ventilation. 


INSTEAD of saying that man is the creature of circum- 
stances, it would be nearer the mark to say that man is the 
architect of circumstances. It is character which builds an 
existence out of circumstances. Our strength is measured 
by our plastic power. 

George H* Lewes. 

AND we, poor waifs, whose life-term seems. 

When matched with After and Before^ 
Brief as a Summer wind's or wave's, 

Breaking its frail heart on the shore, 
We human toys that Fate sets up 

To smite or spare, I marvel how 
These souls shall fare, in what strange sphere, 

A thousand years from now. 

Paul Hamilton Hayne. 



FAME is the perfume of heroic deeds. 


THERE is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once be- 
gotten. \ 

George Eliot. 


WE want downright facts at present more than anything 



ACTUALLY, or Ideally, we manage to live with superiors. 


EVIL is like the nightmare the instant you bestir your- 
self., it has already ended. 


PRETENSION is nothing; power is everything. 

E. P. WJiipple. 

PLAGIARISTS, at least, have the merit of preservation. 

D* Israeli. 

LIVE with thy inferiors as thou wouldst have thy supe- 
riors live with thee. 


I TRY to make my enmities transient, and my friendships 


WHEN God does his best work he needs the best men to 
help him. 

George Eliot. 

OUR earth is as solemn in its continuance as it would be 
in its ending. 

David Swing. 

THE finest fruit earth holds up to its Maker is a finished 


IT takes away much of the flavor of life to live amongst 
those with whom one has not anything like one's fair value. 



THE man in jest is the key to the man in earnest. 

French JProverb. 

THE men who make history do not write ifc very well. 

Q-en. Sherman. 

No man, with any true nobility of soul, can ever make 
his heart the slave of another's condescension. 

Ike Marvel. 

A GOOD heart will at times betray the coolest head in the 


THEEE is no such thing as forgetting. 


So act that your principle of action would bear to be 
made a law for the whole world. 


IT is easy to see hard to foresee. 


MASSENA was not himself until the battle began to* go 
against him. 


Do not speak of your happiness to a man less fortunate 

than yourself. 


GIVE me an honest laugher. 

Walter Scott. 

THERE is an aching that is worse than any pain. 

George McDonald. 

BE courageous and noble-minded; our own heart, and 
not other men's opinion of us, forms our true honor. 



VOLCANOES throw up stones, and revolutions cast up men. 

Victor Hugo. 

SOCIETY prepares the crime; the criminal commits it. 


No man needs money so much as he who despises it. 

AINT living and high thinking are no more. 


MODESTY has its sins, and a kiss its innocence. 

Mirabeau. % 

Yotr do not know yet, my son, with how little wisdom the 
world is politically governed. 


LETTERS which are warmly sealed are often but coldly 


THINGS were worse at Arcola ! 


TRY to understand yourself and things generally. 


A MAN'S worst difficulties begin when ho is able to do as 
he likes. 


THE passage from the physics of the brain to the corres- 
ponding facts of consciousness is unthinkable. 


call this a Christian country, but the only offense we 
can never overlook is the forgiveness of an injury. 

Theo. Tilton. 


TAKE away the sword; 
States can be saved without it bring the pen. 


IK to-day already walks to-morrow. 


MAKE each day a critic on the last. 


His circumstances at present are the mixed result of 
young and noble impulses struggling under prosaic con- 

George Eliot. 

WISHES at least are the easy pleasures of the poor. 

Jen old. 

THE public mind is educated quickly by events slowly 
by arguments. 

N Y. World 

THEKE is no beautiful intercourse unless one feels oneself 
regarded with favor. 


WHEN you see a man do a noble deed, date him. from 


MAN is the hero of the eternal epic composed by the Di- 
vine intelligence. 


CARLYLE is a trip-hammer with an "JMian attach- 

Emerson, 1848. 

IT is idle to attempt to legislate in advance of public 

N. Y. Herald. 


GRATITUDE is the memory of the heart. 

JST. P. Willis. 

A MAN'S collective dispositions constitute his character. 

Rev. Dr. L. H. Atwater. 

WHATEVER Is popular deserves attention. 


I WAS never happy till I gave up trying to be a great 
man, and was willing to be nobody. 

Pay son. 

BE noble; and the nobleness that lies 
In other men sleeping, but never dead, 
"Will rise in majesty to meet thine own. 


A WANT of individuality is the most dangerous sign in 
modern civilization. 

John Stuart Mill. 

I HATE never seen anything in the world worth getting 

Henri/ J". Raymond. 

angry about. 

THE greatest men of a nation are those whom it puts to 

VILLAINY, when detected, never gives up, but boldly 
adds impudence to Imposture. 


A HEART unspotted is not easily daunted. 


OUE dissatisfaction with any other solution, is the blazing 
evidence of our immortality. 



TAKING the first footstep with the good thought, the sec 
ond with the good word, and the third with the good deed, 
I entered paradise. 


WE have one thing, and only one, to do here on earth 
to win the character of heaven before we die. 

F. W. JRoberteon. 

GOOD breeding is surface Christianity. 


THE human heart has a sigh lonelier than the cry of the 

W. It. Alger. 

THE Proverbs of Solomon are the sanctification of com- 
mon sense. 

Dean Stanley. 

THAT sad refuge the indifference of strange faces ! 

George Eliot. 

ECONOMY is in itself a source of great revenue. 


HE conquers grief who makes a firm resolution. 


THE talent of success is nothing more than doing what 
you can do well, without a thought of fame 


WHAT troubles the man is a confusion of the head aris- 
ing from corruption of the heart. 

JRobert Sums. 

MANY a man who now lacks shoe-leather would wear 
golden spurs if knighthood were the reward of worth. 

J err old. 


THERE cannot be a smile on the lips of the hopeless. 
The blow which crushes the life will shatter the smile. 


IN the midst of much failure have the heart to begin 
again. Fear not so long as you have Christ with you as- 

your friend and defender. 

Rev. Dr. John Hall. 

THE rainbow of hope ever spans the Niagara of our earth- 
ly experience in its maddest, wildest plungings. 

Rev. A. B. Jack. 

GOB'S love forget it not, sorrowing one, lowest one, for- 
gotten one God's love is over all, yearning for all, endur- 
ing through all. 

Rev. Dr W. Rudder. 

GOD'S greatness flows around our incompleteness , 
Round our restlessness His rest. 

Mrs. r owning. 


THE best way, for a man to get out of a lowly position is 
to be conspicuously effective in it. 

Rev. Dr. John HalL 

YOTTNG- gentlemen! have two pockets made; a large one 
to hold the insults, and a small one to hold the fees. 

Dr. Valentine MoU. 

NEVER despair, but if you do, work on in despair. 



TELL me bow much has been your patient toil in obscuri- 
ty, and I will tell you how" far you will triumph in an emer- 

William Mtt thews. 

THE works of a man, bury them under what mountain ynu 
will, do not peritoh cannot perish. 


THE secret of success in life is for a man to be ready lor 
his opportunity when it comes. 

I? Israeli. 

SEEING much, suffering much, and studying 1 much, are the 
three pillars of learning. 


EVERY noble crown is, and on earth will ever be, a crown 
of thorns. 


WHOSOEVER sins against light kisses the lips of a blazing 
cannon. Jereiity Tuylor. 

IT is easier to make our conduct seem justifiable to our- 
selves than to make our ability strike others. 

George Eliot* 

IF you have built castles in the air, your work need not, 
be lost; that is where they should be; now put foundations, 
under them. 


SPE. vivas though there were a pistol at your mouth ! 

Samuel Agnew. 

THE truest help we can render to an afflicted man is not 
to take his burden from him, but to call out his best strength 
that he may be able to bear the burden. 

Phillips JJrooks. 


To abuse another man's piety is a sorry way to prove 

JKev. W. IL H. Murray. 

To be famed for holiness is asgreata snare as to be in high 

repute for wisdom and eloquence. 
r McGheyne. 

THE truest view of life has always seemed to me to be 
that which shows that we are here not to enjoy, but to 

learn " F. W. Robertson. 

HARMONIZATION" with our environment is the indispens- 
able condition of peace of soul; our environment in this 
world and the next consists unalterably of God, conscience, 

and our own record. 

Joseph COOK. 

ALL the geniuses are usually so ill-assorted and sensitive 
that one is ever wishing them somewhere else. 


I PITY the man who can travel from Dan to Beershoba 
and say, " "Tis all barren I" And so it is; and so is all the 
world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers. 


HE that knows himself to be despised will always be en- 
vious; and still more envious and malevolent, if he is con- 
demned to live in the presence of those who despise him. 

Samuel Johnson. 

THE benefit of an acquired fortune is not objeotive r but 
subjective; consisting, not in the value of the possession, 
but in the character acquired in its pursuit; just as in a 
gymnasium- the good to the athlete is not the weight lift- 
ed, but the muscular strength acquired. 

J3ev. Dr. Ohm. Wudwoorth. 


OUR present love for our bodies is a prophecy of their im- 
mortality when clothed upon with glory. 

JRev. Stephen H. Tyng. 

explanations with friends in case of affronts, some- 
times save a perishing friendship, and even place it on a 
firmer basis than at first; but secret discontentment always 
ends badly. 

Sydney Smith. 

THE crowning fortune of a man is to be born with a bias 
to some pursuit which finds him in employment and happi- 


EVERT person has two educations one which he receives 
from others, and one, more important, which he gives him- 



, EVERY day's experience shows how much more actively 
education goes on out of the school-room than in it. 


You might as well try to tell the amount of money in a 
safe by feeling the knobs, as to tell what is in a man's head 
by feeling his bumps. 


IT is good discretion not to make too much of any man at 
the first, because one cannot hold out that proportion. 

Lord Bacon. 

AFTER all, the joy of success does not equal that which 

attends the patient working. 

Augusta JZvans. 

PLEASURE may fill up the interstices of life, but it is a 
poor material to build its frame- work out of. 

Rev. C. W. Wendte. 


WHATEVER a man cannot amend, either in himself or in 
others, he ought to bear patiently until God orders things 


Thomas a Kemp is. 

IF your heart be right, then every creature is a mirror of 
life and a book of holy doctrine. 

St. Francis. 

TAKE from man Hope and Sleep, and you make him the 
most wretched being on earth. 


THEY who reject the testimony of the self-evident truths 
will find nothing surer on which to build. 


CATASTROPHES come when illusions and passions master 
public reason. 


CANT is the use of cooled cinders in place of glowing 

Joseph Cook. 

REMEMBER that what you believe will depend very large- 
ly upon what you are. 

President Noah Porter. 

DESPERATION is sometimes as powerful an inspirer as 

& Israeli. 

THERE is nothing in the universe that I fear, but that I 
shall not know my duty, or shall fail to do it. 

3fary Lyon. 

THE excitement of perpetual speech-making is fatal to 
the exercise of the higher faculties. 



WE work as much from antagonism as from inspiration. 

MEETINGS like these are rare this side of heaven, and 
seem to me the best mementos left of Eden's hours. 


WHAT doest thou here here In this short life, here in this 
earnest world, here, where you have one chance and but one 

F. W. Robertson. 

distinguishes great mon from inferior more 
than their always knowing, whether in life or art, the way 
things are going. 


THE setting of a great hope is like the setting of the 
sun the brightness of our life is gone; shadows of the 
evening fall behind us, and the world seems but a dim re- 
flection itself a broader shadow. We look forward into 
the coming lonely night; the soul withdraws itself; then 
the stars arise, and the night is holy. 


IN the noise and tumult of the world, where every life 
is invaded and encroached upon by "the pride of man " 
and "the strife of tongues," we wrap around us the robe 
of God's eternal mercy in Christ Jesus, and look out un- 
daunted upon the dangers that cannot harm us there. 

Phillips Brooks. 

WHATEVER I have tried to do in my life, I have tried with 
all my heart to do well. What I have devoted myself to, I 
have devoted myself to completely. Never to put one hand 
to anything on which I would throw my whole self, and 
never to affect depreciation of my work, whatever it was, I 
find now to have been golden rules. 

Charles Dickens. 


HE shall be immortal who liveth till he can be stoned by 

one without a fault. 


THUSTK on thy wants, on thy faults. Recollect all the pa- 
tience, ail the kindness, all the tenderness, which has been 
shown thee. Think also on life how short it is, how much 
unavoidable bitterness it possesses; how much which it is- 
easy either to bear or chase away; and think how the power 
of affection can make all things right. 

Frederika Jftremer. 

SUM up at night what thou hast done by day, 
And in the morning what thou hast to do. 
Dress and undress thy soul. 

George Herbert. 

TAKE hold, my son, of the toughest knots in life and try 
to untie them; try to be worthy of man's highest estate; have 
high, noble, manly honor. There is but one test of every- 
thing, and that is, is it right? If it is not, turn right away 
from it. 

Henry A, Wise. 

THE most difficult thing in life is to keep the heights- 
which the soul has reached. 

JRev. David Riddle^ Jr. 

WE are on a perilous margin when we begin to look pas- 
sively at our future selves, and see our own figures led with 
dull consent into insipid misdoing and shabby achievement* 

George Eliot. 

MAT all go well with you ! May life's short day glide on 
peaceful and bright, with no more clouds than may glisten 
in the sunshine, no more rain than may form a rainbow; and 
may the veiled one of heaven bring us to meet again. 




TT is a great privilege to be present at the spectacle of 

George Mliot. 

I WILL tell you who the critics are men who have failed 
in literature and art. 


CRITICS are sentinels in the grand army of letters, sta- 
tioned at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to chal- 
lenge every new author. 


CERTAIN critics resemble closely those people who, when 
they would laugh, show ugly teeth. 


THE instinctive feeling of a great people is often wiser 
than its wisest men. 


THE subjective conscience must not be placed above the 
objective law. 


CONTEMPORARIES seldom render justice; so that in order 
to fulfill our mission, one must have faith in and conscien- 
tiously appreciate his duty. 

Louis Napoleon. 

To say that a thing good in itself is bad because some- 
times abused, is as absurd as to say that the beautiful Ohio 
river is an evil because it at times overflows its banks. 

Hon. Walter forward. 


IMPATIENCE of study is the mental disease of the present 


Dr. Samuel Johnson. 

SINCE I cannot govern my tongue, though within my own 
teeth, how can I hope to govern the tongues of others. 

GRATITUDE for the past, content in the present, and trust 
for the future, constitute the trinity of happiness. 

Jtev. Dr. A. A. WilUts. 

THE more you lose your isolated self, and the thoughts 
and feeling-s which cluster round it, and take, instead, into 
you the thoughts and feelings of others, the richer and the 
more varied, the, more complex and the more interesting, 
and therefore the more vividly individual, becomes your 

Stopford A. Brooke. 

HUMAN virtue should be equal to human calamity. 

Gen. E. E. Lee. 

OFFENDED vanity is the gn at separator in social life. 


THE silence often of pure innocence peisuules when 
speaking fails. 


THERE is a moral excellence attainable by all who have 
the will to strive after it; but there is an intellectual and 
physical superiority which is above the reach of our wishes, 
and is granted only to a few. 

Or abbe. 

HAVE the courage to be ignorant of a great number of 
things in order to avoid the calamity of being ignorant of 



A MAN'S hobby rides him a great deal oftener than he 
rides it. 

Rev. Dr. Furness. 

THAT we had spent one day in this world thoroughly 
well ! 

Thomas & ITempis. 

HALF the work that is done in this world is to make 
things appear what they are not. 

Rev. Dr. E. R. Beadle. 

GRAY hairs are the only object of respect that can never 
excite envy. 


OFTEN" the grand meanings of faces, as well as written 
words, may be chiefly in the impressions of those who look 
on them. 

George Eliot. 

WE know not how grateful we should be to those who 
take the trouble to be rich for us. 


THE house is spiritually empty so long as the pearl of 
great price is not there, although it may be hung with all 
the decorations of earthly knowledge. 

Dr. Arnold. 

To form a correct judgment concerning the tendency of 
any doctrine, we should rather look at the forms it bears in 
the disciples than in the teacher, for he only made it they 

are made by it. 


1 CONFESS that increasing years bring with them an in- 
01 rasing respect for men who do not succeed in life, as those 

words are commonly used. 



LOOKING within us, we find in conscience an observatory 
higher than that of physical science ever was, from which to 
gaze upon the supreme harmonies of the universe. 

Joseph Co oik. 

IT is an excellent plan to have some place where we can 
go to be quiet when things vex or grieve us. There are a 
good many hard times in this life of ours, but we can al- 
ways bear them if we ask help in the right way. 

Miss Alcott. 

" MUCH of the chasm of life is ruined by the exacting de- 
mands of confidence. Respect the natural modesty of the 
soul ; its more delicate flowers of feeling close their petals 
when they are touched too rudely. 

Stopford A, JBroofce. 

THERE is a sacreclness in tears. They are not the mark 
of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently 
than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of 
overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable 



TRUE dignity abides with him alone 
Who, in the patient hour of silent thought 
Can still suspect and still revere himself. 


OUR estimate of a character always depends much on the 
manner in which that character affects our own interests and 
passions. We find it difficult to think well of those by 
whom we are thwarted and depressed, and we are ready to 
admit every excuse for the vices of those who are useful or 
agreeable to us. 


OH 1 the exquisite English in many parts of our version 


of the Scriptures ! I sometimes think that the translators 
as well as the original writers, must have been inspired, 

Samuel Rogers. 

To try to suppress the human side of the Bible, in the in- 
terests of the purity of the Divine Word, is as great a folly 
as to think that a father's talk with his child can be best re- 
ported by leaving- out everything which the child said, 
thought and felt. 

TF". Robertson Smith. 

How will my last day on earth find me ? struggling in 
vain for more of this mortal life, or anticipating with seraph 
glow my entrance upon life eternal ? 

Rev. Samuel J}unn. 

ALL our other sorrows are storms that beat upon us from 
without ; but remorse, sorrow on account of sin, ever arises 
and haunts us from within. 

Rev. Dr. W. Rudder. 

YOUNG- men who spend many years at school and college 
are too apt to forg-et the great end of life, which is to be and 
to do; not to read and brood over what other men have been 

and done. 

William Mathews. 

THE code of society is stronger with some persons than 
that of Sinai, and many a man who would not scruple to 
thrust his fingers in his neighbor's pocket, would forego peas 
rather than use his knife as a shovel. 

James Russell Lowell. 

STYLE is only the frame to hold our thoughts. It is like 
the sash of a window a heavy sash will obscure the light. 


THIS is such a serious world that we should never speak 
at all unless we have something to say. 



THE more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsus- 
tained I am, the more I will respect and rely upon myself. 

Charlotte Bronte. 

THE mind can be emptied in a much shorter time than it 
is possible to fill it. It fills through an infinity of little tubes, 
many so small as to act by capillary attraction; but in writ- 
ing a book, an article, or a sermon, it empties itself through 

a twelve-inch pipe. 

L lieu. A. JT. H. JBoyd. 

As the sky has a higher dome than St. Peter's, so has na- 
ture a greater architect than Angelo. 

David Swing. 

THE blood of man 'is well shed for our family, for our 
friends, for our God, for our country, for our kind; the rest 
is vanity the rest is crime. 

NOT only verify your references but verify your facts. 
This accuracy, this verification of facts, this sifting of things 
to the bottom, is a thing which all students ought to culti- 
vate. Do let me entreat of you to look facts in the face, 

Dean Stanley, 

THERE is no great working idea in history which docs not 
carry its own caricature along with it. 

Rev. Dr. J3. M. Palmer. 

THE world is shadowed or brightened by our own heart 
rather than by anything in itself. Our joy makes the cloud- 
iest day glad, and our grief finds night in the sunniest sky. 

Joseph Parker. 

PEOPLE seem not to see that their opinion of the world is 
also a confession of character. We can only see what wo 
are, and, if we misbehave, we suspect others. 



WE must conform, to a certain extent, to the convention- 
alities of society, for they are the ripened results of a va- 
ried and long experience. 

Prof. A. A. Hotly*. 

BEFORE the birth of love, many fearful things took place 
through the empire of necessity; but when this god was 
born, all things arose to men. 


do not know to-day whether we are busy or idle. In 
times when we thought ourselves indolent, we have after- 
wards discovered that much was accomplished and much 
was begun in us. 


THE wicked ruler must feel and fear that public opinion 
which arises as silently as the frost and thaws like the spring. 

George Alfred Townsend. 

WE cheat ourselves with our own lying eyes, 
We chase a fleeting mirage o'er the sand; 

Across a grave the smiling phantom flies, 

O'er which we fall with a vain-clutching hand. 

Alexander /Smith* 

HE was a- weary; but he fought his fight, 

And stood for simple Manhood; and was joyed 

To see the august broadening of the light, 

And new worlds heaving heavenward from the void. 

He loved his fellows and their love was sweet: 

Plant daisies at his head and at his feet. 

Richard Mealf*. 





For me the end has come and I am dead, 
And little, voluble, chattering claws of men 
Peck at me curiously, let it then be said 
By some one brave enough to speak the truth, 
Here lies a great soul killed by cruel wrong. 

Richard Realf. 

BETTER, a day of strife 
Than a century of sleep. 

Father Ryan. 


I'M weary of my part, 

My torch is out; and the world sta.nds before trie, 
Like a black desert at the approach of night; 
I'll lay me down, and stray no farther on. 

Dry den* 

WHKNGK, and, oh heavens! whither? 


ttT close to the seller of perfumes if you want to be 

Arabian Proverb. 

MODERN architecture is art assassinated by geometry. 


A MAN should lose no time about getting down to earnest 
work in life. His aim should be to build up a happy home, 
and to surround himself with a family of noble children; 
and he should be content after these things are done. 

Robert Coilyer. 


THERE is no Morrow. Though before our face 
Tiie shadow named so stretches, we alway 
Fail to o'ertake it, hasten as we may; 
God only gives one island-inch of space 
Betwixt the Eternities, as standing place 
Where each may work the inexorable To-day. 

M. J. Preston. 

PROOFS of a people whose heroic aims 
Soared far above the little, selfish sphere 
Of doubting 1 modern life. 


WHATEVER career you embrace, propose to yourself an 
elevated aim, and put in its service an unalterable constancy. 

Victor Cousin. 

LEARN as if you were to live forever; live as if you were 
to die to- morrow. 

Ansolus de Imulis. 

USE the temporal ; desire the eternal. 

Thomas d Kempis. 

THE present hour is always the solemn hour; the past has 
ceased to exist, the future is out of reach. 

Christian Index. 

SUCCESS in life is a matter not so much of talent or op- 
portunity as of concentration and perseverance. 

Hev. C. W. Wendte. 

SOMEBODY once said that Gladstone was the only man in 
Parliament who could talk in italics. 

Justin McCarthy. 

WITH irresolute finger he knocked at each one 
Of the doorways of life, and abided in none. 

Owen Meredith. 


WHAT men want is not; talent it is purpose. 

WHO shall be true to us when we are so unsecret to our- 
selves ? 


Go on and work with all your will uproot error. 


THE telegraph is the nervous system of civilization. . 

JV. Y. Herald. 

IK our large cities there is a distance of a hundred miles 
between the fashionable and unfashionable side of a brick 


, Joseph Cook. 

A GOOD speech is a good thing, but the verdict is the 

Uamel (FConnelL 

NOTHING proves so hurtful to a man's constitution as an 
undelivered speech. 


MAK of the world ! bad as we who are called Christians, 
aie and none can know that badness as we do ourselves 
your world would be worse if we were not in it. 

JRev. Di\ John Hall. 

A NOBLE and attractive e very-day bearing comes of good- 
ness, of sincerity, of refinement; and these are bred in years, 
not moments, 

Bishop F. D. Huntington. 

IMMODEST words admit of no defense, 
For want of decency is want of sense. 



THE man who tells me an indelicate story does me an in- 

James T. Fields. 

RIGHT forever on the scaffold; wrong forever on the 

But the scaffold sways the future, and behind the dim 

Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above 

his own. 


HAVING by the golden gift of God this glorious lot of liv- 
ing once for all, let us endeavor to live nobly. 

J. S. BlacMe. 

WE live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; 
In "feelings, not in figures on a dial; 
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives 
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best 


OH, keep me innocent make others gieat! 

Caroline Matilda^ Queen of Denmark. 

WHEN" death, the great reconciler, has come, it is nevei 
our tenderness that we repent of, but our seventy. 

George Eliot* 

To draw inferences is the great business of life. 

John Stuart Mill. 

IF you would imitate Christ, take sin by the throat and 
the sinner by the hand, 

W. H. H. Hurray. 

I FEAR the man who talks too little, as much as the man 

who talks too much. 

Rev. Dr. 0. A. Dickey, 


A NOBLE deed is a step towards heaven. 


TUE law commands; the gospel empowers. 

Rev. Dr. A. A. Hocige. 

ELEVATE the working class by keeping your children 
in it. 


THERE is always hope in a man that actually and earnest- 
ly works. In idleness alone is there perpetual despair. 


YOUNG men ! do something in this busy, bustling, wide- 
awake world. Move about for the benefit of mankind, if not 
for yourselves. 

John JB. GOUC//L 

To struggle and again and again to renew the conflict 
this is life's inheritance. 

Mrs. Orote. 

GENIUS will study; it is that in the mind which does 
study > that is the very nature of it. 


GENIUS has glue on its hands, and will take hold of a 
marble slab. 

. S. J. Wilson. 

IT is of no consequence of what parents any man is born, 
so that he be a man of merit. 


WE do not what we, ought, 

What we ought noi^ we do, 
And lean upon the thought 

That chance will bring us through. 

Matthew Arnold, 


ALMOST every great thing that has been done in the world's 
history, has been done in a place with an insignificant 

Jlev. Dr. Deems, 

OXE self-approving hour whole years outweighs 
Of stupid stare rs and of loud huzzas. 

movements do not come of committees they 
come from individuals. 

Joh n Henri/ Hewm a n . 

THE best teachers of humanity are the lives of great men. 

Prof. Fowler. 

CULTIVATE all things in moderation, but one thing in per- 

Lady Morgans Advice to Young Ladies. 

GOB hath yoked to guilt 

Her pale tormentor misery. 


A MAW he seems of cheerful yesterdays 
And confident to-morrows. 


HEAVEN is a prepared place for a prepared people. 


IF we could read the secret history of our enemies, we 
should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough 

to disarm all hostility. 


I HAVE pity for all unhappy ones, but most for those, who- 
soever they be, that languish in exile, and visit their coun- 

try only in dreams. 



DOWN, tliou climbing sorrow! thy element is below! 


WE often do more good by our sympathy than by our 
labors, and render to the world a more lasting service by 
absence of jealousy and recognition of merit than we could 
ever render by the straining efforts of personal ambition. 


IF there is any common delusion of past days which may 
be taken as entirely exploded now, it is the idea that any 
man ever swayed vast masses of people, and became the 
idol and. hero of a nation, by the strength of a conscious, 
hypocrisy and imposture. 

Justin McCarthy. 

MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour; 
England hath need of thee: she is a fen 

C) 7 

Of stagnant waters; altar, sword and pen, 
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, 
Have forfeited their ancient English dower 
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; 
Oh, raise us up, return to us again, 
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power! 


THE wish falls often warm upon my heart, that I may 
learn nothing here that I cannot continue in the other world;, 
that I may do nothing here but deeds that will bear fruit in 


I WILL go forth 'mong men, not mailed in scorn. 
But in the armor of a pure intent; 
Great duties are before me, and great songs, 
And whether crowned or crownle&s when I fall, 
It matters not, so as God's work is done. 

Alexander Smith* 


HOPE is a pleasant acquaintance, but an unsafe friend. 
Hope is not the man for your banker, but lie may do very 
well for a traveling companion. 



I LITTLE thought to have lived to hear it said by the 
Whigs of 1839: "Let us rally round the Queen; never 
mind the House of Commons; never mind measures; throw 
principles to the do^s; leave pledges unredeemed;* but for 
God's sake rally round the throne." 

Lord Brougham. 

WHEN popular discontents are abroad, a wise govern- 
ment would put them in a hive of glass; you hid them. 


IF the majority of the people of Ireland had -their will 
and had the power, they would unmoor the island from its 
fastenings in the deep, and move it at least two thousand 

miles to the west. 

John Bright. 

the carcass of a nation lies dead, tainting the solar 
system, there will not want lightning to kindle its funeral 


Peter Bayne. 

WE cannot honor our country with too deep a reverence; 
we cannot love her with an affection too pure and fervent; 
we cannot serve her with an energy of purpose or a faithful- 
ness of zeal too steadfast and ardent. 



IRELAND Is the Gethsemane of Europe. In it there are 
more undeserved poverty and sinless crime than in any 
other land on the face of the globe. England will give you 
reasons for it as plentiful as the tigers in the Indian jungle. 
She says it is because the inhabitants are Catholics; because 
they are lawless; because they are indolent; because thoy 
arc drunken, and because they are extravagant. If you 
ask me for a reason, I answer in one word Landlordism! 
The trouble has its origin in the robbery of a race for the 
benefit of a class. 

James liedpath. 

I WOULD have the Irish Government regulated by Irish 
notions and Irish prejudices; and 1 firmly believe, accord- 
ing to an Irish expression, that the more she is under Irish 
government, the more she will be bound to English inter- 



A PERFECT traitor should have a face which vice can 
write no marks on; lips that will lie with a dimpled smilo; 
eyes of such agate-like brightness and depth that no in- 
famy can dull them; cheeks that will rise from a murder 
and not look haggard. 

G-eorge Eliot 

WOE to the country whose condition and institutions no 
longer produce great men to manage its affairs. 

Is there not some chosen curse, 
Some hidden thunder in the stars of heaven, 
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man 
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin? 


HE serves his party best who serves his country best. 

Rutherford J$ 


IF I thought that there was a stain upon the remotest 
hem of the garment of my country, I won LI devote my 
utmost labor to wipe it off. 

Daniel Webster. 

THE glory of a country is in its homes, which contain the 
true elements of national vitality, and are the embodied 
type of heaven. 


I ASK no favors and shrink from no responsibilities. 

Zachary Taylor. 

SIR, my concern is not whether God is on our side; my 
great concern is to be on God's side; for God is always 

Abraham Lincoln. 

THEY [office-holders] rarely die and never resign. 


IT is a principle of war that when you can use the thun- 
derbolt, you must prefer it to the cannon; earnestness is the 


THE material development of our country is immensely 
in advance of its legislation and jurisprudence. 

George Alfred Townsend, 1881. 

THE best way to secure the repeal of a bad or obnoxious 
law, is to rigidlv enforce it. 

U. S. Grant. 

WE worldly men, when we see friends and kinsmen 
Past hope sunk in their fortunes, lend no hand 
To lift them up, but rather set our feet 
Upon their heads to press them to the bottom. 

Sir Giles Overreach. 


A WEAPON that comes down as still 

As snow-flakes fall upon the*sod, 
But executes a Freeman's will 

As lightning does the will of God ; 
And from its force, nor doors nor locks 
Can shield you, 'tis the ballot-box. 

THE sword ! a name of dread ; but when 
Upon the Freeman's thigh 'tis bound 
When for our altar and our hearth, 
When for the land that gave us birth, 
The war-drums roll, the trumps resound, 
How sacred is it then ! 


WAR is dread when battle shock and fierce affray 
Perpetuate a tyrant's name, 
But, guarding Freedom's holy fane 
Confided to her valiant keeping, 
The sword from scabbard leaping, 
Flashes a heavenly light. 

Frank ,Birch. 

THEY never fail who die 

In a great cause ; the block may soak their gore, 
Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs 
Be strung to city-gates and castle walls, 
But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years 
Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, 
They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts 
Which o'erpower all others, and conduct 
The world at last to freedom. 


ONE crowded hour of glorious life 
Is worth a world without a name. 

Walter Scott. 


BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, 
Who never to himself hath said, 
" This is my own, my native land P 
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, 
As home his footsteps he hath turned, 
From wandering on a foreign strand? 
If such there breathe, go, mark him well : 
For him no minstrel raptures swell, 
High though his titles, proud his name, 
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; 
Despite those titles, power and pelf, 
The wretch, concentred all in self, 
Living, shall forfeit fair renown, 
And, doubly dying, shall go down 
To the vile dust from which he sprung, 
Unwept, unhonored and unsung. 

Walter Scott. 

So many great 

Illustrious spin" s have conversed with woe, 
Have in her school been taught, as are enough 
To consecrate distress, and make us 
E'en wish the frown beyond the smile 
Of fortune. 


THE glory of a true soldier or statesman, falling at his 
post of duty, is seen in this that the cause of civil liberty 
is the cause of humanity, which is the cause of Christ. 

JRev. James J. Jones. 

NOT alone when life flows still, do truth 
And power emerge, but also when strange chance 
Affects its current; in unused conjuncture. 
When sickness breaks the body hunger, watching, 
Excess, or languor oftenest death's approach 

Peril, deep joy or woe. 

Robert Browning. 


BUT all through life I see a cross, 

Where sons of God yield up their breath; 
There is no gain except by loss, 

There is no life except by death. 

There is no vision but by faith, 
No glory but by bearing shame, 
Nor justice but by taking blame; 

And that Eternal Passion saith, 
Be emptied of glory and right and name. 

Olrig Grange. 

MAN is dear to man ; the poorest poor 

Long for some moments in a dreary life, 

When they can know and feel that they have been 

Themselves the fathers and the dealers-out 

Of some small blessings; have been kind to such 

As needed kindness, for the single cause, 

That we have all of us one human heart. 


THE highest of us is but a sentry at his post. 


by the river, gazing on the river, 
See it paved with starbeams; heaven is at their feet; 
Now the waves are troubled now the rushes quiver, 
Vanished is the starlight it was a deceit. 


I CARE nothing for passing renown. It is a popularity 
which rifles home of its sweets; and by elevating a man 
above his fellows, places him in a region of desolation,, 
where he stands, a conspicuous mark for the shafts of malice, 
envy, and detraction; a popularity which, with its head 
among storms and its feet on the treacherous quicksands* 
has nothing to lull the agonies of its tottering existence but 
the hosannas of a driveling generation. 



THE Manchester school introduced the agitation wh'ch 
appealed to reason and argument only; which stirred men's 
hearts with figures of arithmetic rather than figures of 
speech, and which converted mob meetings to political 

Justin McCarthy. 

THE soft blue sky did never melt 
Into his heart; he never felt 
The witchery of the soft blue sky. 


WE must be as courteous to a man as we are to a picture, 
which we are willing to give the advantage of a good light. 


IT is of very little account what men think of us, but it is 
of great importance what God thinks of us, 


WHEN we step across the drawbridge of death, it is no 
foreign land we enter, but our native home. 

Stopford A. Brooke. 

ONCE I had friends, though by all forsaken; 
Once I had parents they are now in heaven; 
1 had a home once! 


DOME up, O heaven! yet higher o'er my head! 
Back! back, horizon! widen out my world! 
Bush in, Infinite sea of the Unknown, 
For though He slay me, I will trust in God. 

George McDonald. 

WHAT would be the state of the highways of life, if we 
did not drive our thought-sprinklers through them, with 

valve open, sometimes? 



GIVE me no light, great Heaven, but such as turns 

To energy of human fellowship; 

No powers beyond the growing heritage 

Ttiat makes completer manhood. 

George Eliot. 

^T Law-giver! yet thou dost wear 
The Godhead's most benignant grace; 
Nor know I anything so fair 
As is the smile xipon thy face. 

Wordsworth Ode to Duty. 

WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? 

Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? 
Some drops of joy, with draughts of ill between, 

Some gleams of sunshine 'mid renewing storms. 


THERE are important cases in which the difference be- 
tween half a heart and a whole heart makes just the differ- 
ence between signal defeat arid splendid victory, 

Rev. A. JR. JT. Boyd. 

THE: main token of a strong character is not to make 
known every change and phase in thought and feeling, but 
to give the world the finished results. 


I BO believe 

Though I have found them not, that there may be 
Words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, 
And virtues which are merciful, nor weave 
Snares for the falling ; I would also deem 
O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; 
That two, or one, are almost what they seem: 
That goodness is no name, and happiness no dream. 



WE may not stand content; it is our part 
To drag slow footsteps after the far sight, 
The long endeavor following up the bright, 

Quick aspiration: there is ceaseless smart 

Feeling but cold-hand surety for warm heart 
Of ail desire; no man may say at night 
His goal is reached; the hunger for the light 

Moves with the star; our thirst will not depart 
Howe'er we drink. 5 Tis what before us goes 

Keeps us aweary, will not let us lay 

Our heads in dreamland, though the enchanted palm 
Else from our desert; though the fountain grows 

Up in our path, with slumber's flowing balm; 
The soul is o'er the horizon far away. 

n James Piatt* 

thou haply seest 
Some rare, noteworthy object in thy travel, 
Make me partaker of thy happiness. 


THE battle of our life is brief, 
The alarm the struggle the relief 
Then sleep we side by side. 


THE friend who holds a mirror to my face, 
And hiding none, is not afraid to trace 
My faults, my smallest blemishes, within; 
Who friendly warns, reproves me if I sin 
Although it seems not so he is my friend. 
But he who, ever flattering, gives me praise, 
"Who ne'er rebukes, nor censures, nor delays 
To come with eagerness and grasp my hand, 
And pardon me ere pardon I demand 
He is my enemy, although he seem my friend. 

Scribner^s Monthly*. 


THEY also serve who only stand and wait. 


MY heart was heavy, for its trust had been 
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong*; 
So, turning gloomily from ray fellow-men, 
One summer Sabbath-day I strolled among 
The green mounds of the village burial-place, 
Where, pondering how all human love and hate 
Find one sad level, and how, soon or late, 
Wronged and wrong-doer, each with meekened face, 
And cold hands folded over a still heart, 
Pass the green threshold of our common grave, 
Whither all footsteps tend, whence none deparl 
Awed for myself, and pitying my race, 
One common sorrow like a mighty wave 
Swept all my pride away, and trembling, I forgave. 


OH, how hard it is to die, and not to be able to leave the 
world any better for one's little life in it ! 

Abraham Lincoln. 

NOT all who seem to fail have failed indeed; 
Not all who fail have therefore worked in vain; 
For ail our acts to many issues lead; 
And out of earnest purpose, pure and plain, 
Enforced by honest toil of hand or brain, 
The Lord will fashion, in his own good time, 
Be this the laborer's proudly humble creed, 
Such ends as to His wisdom fitliest chime 
With His vast love's eternal harmonies. 
There is n0 failure for the good and wise; 
What though thy seed should fall by the wayside 
And the birds snatch it yet the birds are fed; 
Or they may bear it far across the tide, 
To give rich harvest after thou art dead. 

Politics for the People, 1848. 


I HOLD him great, who for love's sake 
Can give with generous, earnest will; 

Yet him who takes for love's sweet sake 
I think I hold more generous still. 

I bow before the noble mind 

That freely some great wrong forgives; 

Yet nobler is the one forgiven 

Who bears that burden well, and lives. 

It may be hard to gain, and stiil 

To keep a lowly, steadfast heait; 
Yet he who loses, has to fill 

A harder and a truer part. 

Glorious it is to wear the crown 

Of a deserved and pure success; 
He who knows how to fail, has w T on 

A crown whose luster is not less. 

Great may he be who can command 
And rule with just and tender sway; 

Yet is diviner wisdom taught 
Better by him who can obey. 

Blessed are they who die for God 

And earn the martyr's crown of light; 

Yet he who lives for God may be 
A greater conqueror in His sight. 

Ade la icle Procte r. 

OH, yet we trust that somehow good 

"Will be the final goal of ill; 

To pangs of nature, sins of will, 
Defects of doubt., and taints of blood; 

That nothing walks with aimless feet, 
That not one life shall be destroyed, 
Or cast as rubbish to the void, 

When God hath made the pile complete; 


That not a worm is cloven in vain, 

That not a moth with vain desire 

Is shriveled in a fruitless fire, 
Or but subserves another's gain. 

Behold, we know not anything: 
I can but trust that good shall fall 
At. last far off at last to all, 

And every winter change to spring. 




I LOVE clamor when there is an abuse. The alarm-boll 
disturbs the inhabitants, but saves them from being burnt 
in their beds. 


DARK to be true ; nothing can ever need a lie. 

George Herbert. 

DOUBT comes in at the window when inquiry is denied at 
the door. 

Prof. Jowett* 

COWARD'S Castle is that pulpit or platform from which a 
man, surrounded by his friends, in the absence of his oppo- 
nents, secure of applause and safe from reply, denounces 
those who differ from him. 

F. W. Moberteun. 

THEEE is no use in sweeping a chamber if all the dust 
conies out of the broom. 


BY and by, \\rhen the world has found out what church 
does the most good, It will know in what church to believe. 

THERE are three difficulties in authorship : to write any- 
thing worth the publishing, to find honest men to publish 
it, and to get sensible men to read it. Literature has now 
become a game, in which the publishers and booksellers are 
the kings, the critics the knaves, the public the pack, and 
the poor author the mere table, or thing played upon. 

* Gallon, 1840. 

THREE-FOURTHS of the popular novels of the day enfee- 
ble the intellect, impoverish the imagination, vulgarize the 
taste and style, give false or distorted views of life and hu- 
man nature, and, which is worst of all, waste that precious 
time which should be given to solid mental improvem nt* 

Grey&on Letters* 

THE sensation novel has had its day, and its day was but, 
an episode, an interruption. Realism has now wellnigh 
done all it can. Its close details, its trivial round of com- 
mon cares and ambitions, its petty trials and easy loves^ 
seem now at least to have spent their attractive power, and 
to urge with their fading breath the need of some new de- 
parture for the novelist. Perhaps the one common want in 
the more modern novel may suggest the new source of sup- 
ply. Perhaps, in order to give a fresh life to our fiction, it, 
will have to be dipped once again in the old holy well of 

Justin McCarthy* 

IN every matter that relates to invention to use, or beau- 
ty, or form we are borrowers. 

Wendell Phillips. 

NEWSPAPERS are the teachers of disjointed thinking-. 



IN multitudes of cases, perhaps in the greater part of 
them, the household sorrow and the household wreck may 
be traced to the working of 'a poison distilled into the un- 
happy family through a literature which ought to be driven, 
like offscourings, from every respectable library and every 
circle of honest people. The teachings of a godless philos- 
ophy filter in, drop by drop; they make the whole head sick 
and the whole heart faint. 

Rev. Morgan Dix, D.D. 

BHETOEIC is the talent of decaying states. 

Wendell Phillips. 

SPEAKING against time has become one of the fine arts. 

Charles tiumner. 

CONVERSATION should always be a selection. 

Sir William Hamilton. 

THE habit of using words which belong to a higher state 
of feeling and experience than we ourselves have attained 
to, deadens the sense of truth, and causes a dismal rent in 
the soul. 

Guesses at Truth. 

IT is a great mistake to think anything too profound or rich 
for a popular audience. No train of thought v is too deep, or 
subtle, or grand; but the manner of presenting it to their 
untutored minds should be peculiar. It should be presented 
in anecdote or sparkling truism, or telling illustration, or 
stinging epithet; always in some concrete form never in 
a logical, abstract, syllogistic shape. 


should go through life as the traveler goes through 
the Swiss mountains; a hasty word may bring down an av- 
alanche a misstep may plunge us over a precipice. 

The Presbyterian. 


THE truest style of eloquence, secular or sacred, is prac- 
tical reasoning, animated by strong- emotion. 


THE man who fails in business but continues to live in 
luxury is a thief. 


MANY a college-student only succeeds in mastering a dis- 
qualifying culture. 


THE theater is the illumined and decorated gateway to 

Jtev. P. D. Qurley, D.D. 

THEEE is no more absurd cant than that the culture of the 
mind favors the culture of the heart. What do operas and 
theaters for the moral elevation of society? Does a senti- 
mental novel prompt to duty? Education seldom keeps 
people from folly when the will is not influenced by virtue. 

John Lord, 

THE theater is neither moral nor immoral, but a passive 
thing which may be used to express moral or immoral ideas. 
There is no more harm in a dramatic composition, as such, 
than in a picture or statue. Whether there is any harm in 
it will depend on the drama itself, just as there are pure 
and obscene paintings. I am firmly convinced that the 
Church and theater should be allies, and that the Church is 
not guiltless of the divorce. God intended them to work 
together, and it was not without purpose that Shakespeare 
and the Reformation were born about the same time. But 
the methods are diverse, although the Church often uses 
theatrical methods which do not belong there any more than 
a sermon is in place in a theater. Incidentally the theater 
should teach morality, but its method is artistic, while the 
Church's method should be simple. 

Rev. E. C. Sweetzer. 


THEOLOGICAL seminaries are in danger of turning out 
preachers as foundries turn out stoves all of the same cast 

and pattern. 

Alexander Clarice. 

THE practical way for Christians to reform the theater is 
to make it to the interest of the managers to present moral 
attractions. If they patronize refined plays and good actors, 
and withhold support from poor plays and indifferent actors, 
they will appeal so powerfully to the pocket nerve of the 
managers that they will strike their colors at once. So 
long, however, as they remain away from the theater alto- 
gether their influence one way or the other will be simply 
nothing, and the ungodly will still continue to direct 
amusements. And the worst of it is that the latter have 
somehow won a reputation of knowing a good drama from a 

bad one. 

Baltimore American. 

HE that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to rnend; 

Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure 

For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. 

Henry Taylor. 

THE opera is an experiment, bold even to the verge of 
absurdity. It is a musical drama. Inheritor of every ma- 
terial objection which lies against the drama, it further 
taxes common sense to witness a whole career, or, at least, 
an appreciable fraction of a career, of man executed iti mu- 
sic. To think of buying and selling aid journeying, of 
toiling and scolding and complaining, with love and hate, 
conspiracy and crime and shame, all addressed in panto- 
mime of sound to the ear ! It changes our whole estimate 
of the celestial art of music. It transforms St. Cecilia to 
the veriest Cinderella. Music is a fine art, but music at the 
opera is music overloaded, out of place, degraded beyond 

JRev. Jonathan Edwards, D.D. 


WHEX I think of the influence of the stage, I make a dis- 
tinction between the grand portraitures of life the crea- 
t.ons of genius, there exhibited by the masters of the drama 
and the diluted, questionable plays that have now become 
so popular. 

JKev. . M. Palmer.. D.D. 

WE Americans make a God of our common-school sys- 
tem. It is treason to speak a word against it. A man is 
regarded as a foe to education who expresses any doubt of 
the value of it. But we may as well open our eyes to the 
fact that in preparing men for the work of life, especially 
for that work depending on manual skill, it is a hindrance 
and a i'ailure. It is mere smatter, veneering and cram. 

Scribn er*s Monthly. 

WE forgive men and women of great intellectuality a 
thousand times easier than ordinary people, yet the opposite 
should be practiced. We should hold to the highest ac- 
count those who know the most instead of those who know 
the least. 

It. G. IngersolL 

THERE are men whose independence of principle consists 
in having no principle on which to depend, whose free think- 
ing consists not in thinking freely, but in being free from 
thinking, and whose common sense is nothing more than 
the sense that is most common. 

M. W. Jacobus. 

I CANNOT endure the thought that Christ's children 
should be less free, less joyful, less elastic, and less versa- 
tile, than anybody else. I want a Christian to be one that 
at heart is truly upright; but, more than this, I want that 
he should be one that shall go on with more amplitude of 
life, with more cheerfulness, with more happiness-producing 
power, than anybody else in the community. 



GREAT God! I'd rather be 
A pagan, suckled in a creed outworn; 
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, 
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn. 


WHO swerves from innocence, who makes divorce 
Of that serene companion, a good name, 

Recovers not his loss; but walks with shame, 
With doubt, with fear, and haply with remorse. 


WEEPING vaults are the longest weepers for our funeral. 

Jeremy Taylor. 

SuPEBSTiTiojs" is the vengeance of Providence on skep- 


BUT thoughtless follies laid him low 

And stained his name. 


I dare not drink for my own sake; 

I ought not to drink for my neighbor's sake. 

Theo. L. Cuyler. 

INTEMPERANCE wipes out God's image, and stamps it 
with the counterfeit die of the devil; intemperance smites 
a healthy body with disease from head to heel, and makes 
it more loathsome than the leprosy of Naaman or the sores 
of Lazarus; intemperance dethrones man's reason, and hides 
her bright beams in the mystic clouds that roll round the 
shattered temple of the human soul, curtained by midnight. 

John JS, Gough. 

abstain, but I cannot be moderate. 

Dr. Samuel Jo/mson. 


LET us not despair of saving men addicted to strong 
drink. Drink is strong, but the Son of God is stronger than 
strong drink. 


GOD, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to 
steal away their brains! That we should, with joy, revel, 
pleasure and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! To 
be now a sensible man, by-and-by a fool, and presently a 
beast ! strange ! Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and 
the ingredient is a devil. 


MEN try to drown the floating dead of their own souls in 
the wine-cup, but the corpses will arise. We see their faces 
in the bubbles. The intoxication of drink sets the world 
whirling again, and the pulses playing music, and the 
thoughts galloping, but the fast clock runs down sooner, and 
the unnatural stimulation only leaves the house it fills with 
the wildest revelry more silent, more sad, more deserted, 
more dead. There is only one stimulant that never fails, 
and yet never intoxicates Duty. Duty puts a blue sky 
over every man up in his heart, maybe into which the 
skylark, happiness, always goes singing. 

George D. Prentice. 

IT is easy to make water run down hill, hard to make it 
run up hill. It requires a permanent, persistent force to do 
this, and so it is with the cause of temperance. There is no 
permanent, persistent agency to overthrow the evil of in- 
temperance but the Church of Christ All other agencies 
are inefficient because they are ephemeral. 

. JRev. James W. Dale, D.D. 

MANY a physician can only pour drugs of which he knows 
little, into bodies of which he knows less. 



THERE are several sovereignties in this country. First, 
the sovereignty of the American people ; then the sover- 
eignty nearest to us all the sovereignty of the family the 
absolute right of each family to control its affairs in accord- 
ance with the conscience and convictions of duty of the 
heads of the family. I have no doubt the American people 
will always tenderly regard their household sovereignty, 
and however households may differ in their views and con- 
victions (as to meat and drink), I believe that those differ- 
ences will be respected. Each household, by following its 
own convictions and holding itself responsible to Grod, will, 
1 think, be respected by the American people. 

James A. Grarfield. 

MEDICINE is a collection of uncertain prescriptions, the re- 
sults of which, taken collectively, are more fatal than useful 
to mankind. Water, air, cleanliness are the chief articles 
in my pharmacopeia. 


WATER ! look at it, ye thirsty ones ! See its purity ! 
How it glitters, as if a mass of liquid gems ! The Eternal 
Father of all has brewed it for his children. Not in the 
simmering still, with smoking fires, and choked with poi- 
sonous gases, does he prepare it ; but down, down in the 
deepest valleys, where the fountains murmur ; and in the 
grassy dell, where the red deer wanders ; or high on the 
mountain tops, where the storm-clouds brood, and thunder- 
storms crash ; and far out on the wide sea, where the hurri- 
cane howls music, and mighty waves swell the chorus He 
brews this precious beverage of life pure cold water. Ev- 
erywhere it is a thing of beauty r gleaming in the dew-drop, 
sparkling in the ice-gem, sporting in the cataract, spreading 
a golden vail over the setting-sun, or a white gauze around 
the midnight moon ; dancing in the hail-shower, ringing in 
the summer rain, and weaving that seraph-zone of the sky, 
whose warp is the rain-drop and woof the sunbeam. 


THE study of rational medicine is as far removed fiom the 
ancient allopathy, with its blood-letting and purgation, as 
from the recent delusions of homoeopathy, with its ridicu- 
lous infinitesimal doses and similht-shmfibus medication. 
, Declaration of the Medical tic/tool of Naples. 

I WAS ill of an epidemic vile fever which killed hundreds 
about me. The physicians here are the arrantest charlatans 
in Europe, or the most ignorant of all pretending fools. I 
withdrew what was left of me out of their hands and rec- 
ommended myself entirely to Dame Nature. She gentle 
goddess has saved me in fifty different pinching bouts, and 
I begin to have a kind of enthusiasm now in her favor, and 
in my own, that one or two more escapes will make me be- 
lieve I shall leave you all at last by translation, and not by 


IT is better to have recourse to a quack, if he can cure 
our disorder, although he cannot explain it, than to a 
physician, if he can explain our disease, but cannot cure it. 


IT is one thing to wish to have truth on our side,, and an- 
other thing to wish to be on the side of truth. 


EVERY error is a truth abused. 


FIRST, last, midst, and without end, honor, every truth 

with use. 


ALL truth undone becomes unreal. 

F. W. Robertson. 

A WISE physician, skilled our wounds to heal, 
Is more than armies to the public weal. 


ALL errors spring up in the neighborhood of some truth;, 
they grow round about it, and for the most part derive their 
strength from such contiguity. 

2tev. T. Binney. 

THERE is a brotherhood of error as close as the brother- 
hood of truth. 


TRUTH, as humanity knows it, is not what the schoolmen 
call it, one and indivisible; it is like light, and splits not 
only into elementary colors, but into innumerable tints. 
Truth with Raphael is not the same as truth with Titian ; 
truth with Shakespeare is not the same as truth with Milton; 
truth with St. Xavier is not the same as truth with Luther ; 
truth with Pitt is not the same as truth with Fox. Each 
man takes from life his favorite truth, as each man takes, 
from light his favorite color. 


TRUTHS of all others the most awful and interesting are 
too often considered as so true that they lose all the power 
of truth, and lie bedridden in the dormitory of the soul 
side by side with the most despised and exploded errors.. 


THE true and proper stimulant for the intellect is truth. 
There is no sin in being excited by truth. There is no 
mental injury in such excitement. Hence, buy the truth 
and sell it not. 


TRUTH is not conquered : it is read. It comes to earnest, 
humble seekers, 

Prof. March. 

TRUTH is only got at by assaulting and laying low the 
surroundings that throw it out of proportion and hide it 
from view. 



TRUTH is the apostle before whom every cowardly Felix 

Wendell Phillips. 

THEEB are some faults slight in the sight of love, some 
errors slight in the estimate of wisdom; but truth forgives 
no insult, and endures no stain. 

WHAT a man sees only in his best moments as truth, is 
truth in all moments. 

Joseph CooJc. 

IF the world goes against the truth, then Athanasius goes 
against the world. 


HE is the freeman whom the truth makes free, 
And all are slaves beside. 


TEUTH hath a quiet breast. 


TEUTH is by its very nature intolerant, exclusive ; for 
every truth is the denial of its opposing error. 


TEUTH is the gravitation principle of the universe by 
which it is supported, and in which it coheres. 

William M. JEJvarts. 

TEUTH, and a soul that is ready for truth, meet like the 

fuel and the flame. 

Phillips SrooJcs. 

PEOSE is truth looking on the ground, eloquence is truth 
looking up to heaven 3 poetry is truth flying upward toward 




THAT man has lived to little purpose who has not learned 
that what the great world pities, and its teachers disallow, 
even though mixed with tokens of weakness, is many times 
deepest in truth and closest to the real sublimities of life 

and religion. 

Horace BushnelL 

THE greatest homage we can pay to truth is to use it. 


HAD the great truths waited until the majority voted in 
their favor, they would never have been heard of in the 
world. Had they not found the place from which they are 
proclaimed at all times as sufficiently grand, they would be 
silent to this hour. Unadorned and out of the way were 
the seats whence they were uttered, and yet they come 
like zephyrs, and though slight their rustlings, they up- 
rooted oaks and threw down palaces. 

Paul OasseL 

IF I held truth captive in my hand, I should open my 
hand and let it fly, in order that I might again pursue and 
capture it. 


DID the Almighty, holding in his right hand truth, and 
in his left search after truth, deign to tender me the one I 
might prefer in all humility, but without hesitation, I 
should request search after truth. 

Less ing. 

THE only thing I have any satisfaction in, as respects my- 
self, is the consciousness I have that I loved the truth, and, 
above all things, have desired to know it. 

Horace BushnelL 

1 BEHOLDING the bright countenance of truth in the quiet 
and still air of delightful studies. 



"Wi-iEX a man has no design but to speak plain truth, he 
isn't apt to be talkative. 

'George D* Prentice. 

To restore a commonplace truth to its first uncommon, 
lustre, you need only translate it into action. 


WHERE truth and right are concerned, we must be firm 
as God. 


THE truer we become the more unerringly we know the 
ring of truth. 

F. W. Robertson. 

HE who makes truth disagreeable, commits high treason 
against virtue. 

Miss JSdgeworth. 

OLD truths are always new to us, if they come with the 
smell of heaven upon them. 

John Bunyan. 

ON a far shore my land swam far from my sight, 

But I could see familiar native stars; 

My home was shut from me by ocean bars, 
Yet home hung there above me in the night; 
Unchanged fell down on me Orion's light; 

As always, Venus rose, and fiery Mars; 

My own the Pleiades yet, and without jars, 
In wonted tones, sang all the heavenly height, 
So when in death from underneath my feet 

Rolls the round world, I then shall see the sky 

Of GocVs truth burning yet familiarly; 
My native constellations I shall greet; 

I lose the outer, not the inner eye, 

The landscape, not the soul's stars, when I die. 


TRUTH fears nothing but -concealment. 


THERE is nothing so strong or safe, in any emergency of 

life, as the simple truth. 


TRUTH crushed to earth shall rise again; 

The eternal years of God are hers; 
But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, ' 

And dies amid his worshipers. 


FALSEHOOD may have its hour, but it has no future. 


THE universality and the unity of law make our earth, 
although but an atom, immensity itself in its revelations of 
truth. i 


YOUE attempt to base a great, enduring party on the 
hate and wrath necessarily engendered by a great civil war, 
is as though you should plant a colony on an iceberg, which 
has somehow drifted into a tropical sea. 

Horace Greeley. 

THE bayonet is not the fittest instrument by which to col- 
lect the votes of freemen, 

Gen. W. S. Hancock. 

ONE man with God on his side is a majority against the 

Frederick Douglass. 

KEMEMBEK ! we are one country now. Dismiss from 
your minds all sectional feeling, and bring up your children 
to be, above all, Americans. 

Gen. JR. JS. Lee. 


BETTER be in shame now than at the day of judgment 


I WOULD rather be right than be President. 

Henry Clay. 

To guard the health of the people is the first duty of the 

& Israeli. 

WE are never without a pilot. When we know not how 
to steer, and cannot hoist a sail, we can drift. The current 
knows the way, though we do not. 


IT is a sad thing when a man has either a reputation be- 
yond his merit, or an ambition beyond his ability. 

Rev. 3. J. JBeatty. 

THE honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for 
his wit, and to his imagination for his facts. 


DISPATCH is better than discourse; and the shortest ans- 
wer of all is doing. 


How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through 
another man's eyes ! 


EACH, after all, learns only what he can; 
Who grasps the moment as it flies, 
He is the real man. 


THE circumstances of the world are now so variable that 
an irrevocable resolution is almost synonymous with a 

foolish one. 

William H. 


A BEI> watered with tears for the sins of the land, is rare 

to be found among us. 


THE true pilot is the man who navigates the bed of the 
ocean even more than its surface. 

Victor Hugo. 

Do not talk about it ! One feels the best things without 

speaking of them. 


SURMISES are not facts. Suspicions which may be unjust 

need not be stated. 

Abraham Lincoln. 

A HEALTHY intellect which goes in search of its own in- 
tellectual food, must be the basis of all spontaneous 


I COULD never pour out my inmost soul without reserve to- 
any human being, without danger of one day repenting my 

'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, and ask 
them what report they bore to heaven. 


REAL friendship is of slow growth. It seldom arises at 
first sight. Nothing but our vanity will make us think so., 
It never thrives unless engrafted upon a stock of known 
and reciprocal merit. 


NOT what we think or say, but what we do, will have its- 
effect upon the world. Lnt, therefore, the thinker do and. 
the doer think. 

Rob Roy McN'idty. 


THE proper motives to religion are the proper proofs of It. 

Ei&hop Butler. 

OUR duties to others ought to be continually looked at 
from their standpoint. 

JUssays on Social 

THE world does not require so much to be Informed as to 
be reminded. 

Hannah Wore. 

HAD I read as much as others, I might have been as 


THE great thinker is seldom a disputant. He answers 
other men's arguments by stating the truth as he sees it. 

Prof. March. 

THE sad consequence of defection In principle is corrup- 
tion in practice. 


CORRUPT legislators are the offspring and index of a cor- 
rupt public opinion. 

G. W. Curtis. 

IT is a bad thing for a man, in looking at himself, at his 
neighbors and at communities, to look at the side of fault, 
and failing, and meanness, and imperfection, and wicked- 
ness, and rottennesss. These things will force themselves 
upon his notice full enough more than enough for his good* 


THE saddest thing that can befall a soul 

Is when It loses faith in God and woman. 

Lost I those gems, 

Though the world's throne stood empty in my path, 

I would go wandering back into my childhood, 

Searching for them with tears. 

Alexander Smith. 




THE Scythians of old used to strike the cords of their 
bows at feasts 3 to remind themselves of danger. 


LET us beware of losing our enthusiasms. Let us ever 
glory in something, and strive to retain our admiration 
for all that would ennoble, and our interest in all that would 
enrich and beautify our life. 

Phillips Brooks. 

IF you want to be miserable, think about yourself, about 
what you want, what you like, what respect people ought to ' 
pay you, and what people think of you. 

Charles Kingsley. 

You go forth into the world at a time when the rushing 
current of modern life threatens to take every man from his 
feet, whose feet do not stand upon duty, and whose hands 
,are not stretched forth toward God. 

Noah Porter. 

YOUNG- men ! let the nobleness of your mind impel you 
to its improvement. You are too strong to be defeated, 
save by yourselves. Refuse to live merely to eat and sleep. 
Brutes can do these, but you are men. Act the part of 
men/ Resolve to rise; you have but to resolve; nothing can 
hinder your success if you determine to succeed. Do not 
waste your time by wishing and dreaming; but go earnestly 
to work. Let not a craven heart or a love of ease rob you 
of the inestimable benefit of self-culture, and you shall reap 
a harvest more valuable than gold or jewels. 

jRev. W. D. Howard, D.D. 


THAT subtle nothingness that ekes through the jeweled 
fingers of a bishop ! 

JRev. S. J". NicholU, D.D. 

THEEE is an apostolical succession. It is not the power 
conveyed by physical contact ; it is not a line of priests. 
It is a succession of prophets, a broken, scattered one, but 
a real one. John was the successor of Ellas' spirit In the 
spiritual birth, Luther was the offspring of the mind of 
Paul. Mind acts on mind, whether by ideas, or character; 
herein is the spiritual succession. 

JKev. Henry A. JSoardman, D.D. 

IT would be as difficult to take an inventory of the bene- 
fits the world receives from the sunshine, as to enumerate 
the blessings we derive from the Christian Sabbath. 

Em. Heroey D. &anse, D.D. 

INTELLECTUALLY the difficulties of unbelief are as great 
as those of belief, while morally the argument is wholly on 
the side of belief. 

Dr. Arnold 

IF there were no other argument for a future life, sin 
would furnish one never to be refuted, for it tells of a cause 
standing over between the Judge and ourselves, for the 
hearing and decision of which a time must certainly come. 

Isaac Taylor. 

a great many professors of religion are just like 
backgammon boards. They look like stately books, and on 
the back of them is inscribed in large letters, " History of 
England," or " History of the Crusades " ; but when yoti 
open them you find nothing but emptiness, with the excep- 
tion of the dice and counters. And many men bear the 
name " Christian," who are inside all emptiness and rattling 



EPICUREANISM is human nature drunk; cynicism is human 
nature mad; and stoicism is human nature in despair. 

Prof. 3. J* Wilson. 

THE philosopher who recognizes a God has with him a 
crowd of probabilities equivalent to a certainty, while the 
atheist has nothing but doubts. 


THERE is no misery like that of a divided heart, and a 

spotted Christian robe. 

Prof, A. A. Hodge. 

EPICUREANISM the sparkling Sadduceeism of Greece. 

Princeton Review. 

JESUS CHRIST pours out a doctrine beautiful as the light, 
sublime as heaven, and true as God. 

Theo. Parker. 

NATURE the Gentile's Bible. 


EVEN" should our feet for a moment stumble, it does not 
follow that we were not treading the highway of holiness. 

R. Pearsall Smith. 

IT is a fine thing to ripen without shriveling ; to reach 
the calmness of age, yet keep the warm heart and -ready 
sympathy of youth. 

Rev. A.K.H.Soyd. 

HE that will believe only what he can fully comprehend, 
must have either a very long head, or a very short creed. 


" DID I not believe," said a great man to me once, " that 
an Intelligence is at the heart of things, my life on earth 
would be intolerable." 



THERE are few signs In a soul's state more alarming than 
that of religions indifference ; that is, the spirit of thinking 
all religions equally true, the real meaning of which is, that 
all religions are equally false. 

F. W. fiobertwn. 

THE dark possibility of being a castaway at last, must 
have a subjective validity and power in the consciousness 
even of the regenerate man, who experiences the hidden 
power of sin in the prevailing conflict of life, stern and 
unceasing, and who, under the sense of nis own weakness, 
cannot but tremble for and mistrust himself. 

Bishop Martensen. 

MEN can get along without science, but they cannot get 
along without religion. 

&ev. Dr. Hitchcock. 

REASON cannot show itself more reasonable than to cease 
reasoning on things above reason* 

Sir Philip Sidney. 

MANY of our traditional constructions of Scripture are 
Japhetic interpretations of Semitic texts. 

JKev. Dr. Whedon. 

THE world has turned the joyous Christmastide into a 
mere giddy transition from the Old Year to the New. 

Hev. Walter Q. Scott. 

SAT what men may, it is doctrine that moves the world. 
He who takes no position will not sway the hum an intellect, 


HEATHENISM was the seeking religion; Judaism the 
hoping religion; Christianity is the reality of what Heathen- 
ism sought, and Judaism hoped for. 



WHAT we see exclusively we are apt to see with some 

mistake of proportions. 

George Etiot* 

ALL men are frail, but thou shouldst reckon none so frail 

as thyself. 

Thomas & Kemp Is. 

THE hardest thing in the world, sir, is to get possession 

of a fact. 

Dr. Samuel Johnson. 

THE most manifest sign of wisdom is continued cheer- 


LET us go down with bare arms into the lowest recesses 
of our souls, and there wrestle with sin and despair. 

Athanase Coquerel. 

WITHOUT the Bible man would be in the midst of a sandy 
desert, surrounded on all sides by a dark and impenetrable 

Daniel Webster. 

THE New Testament is only the beginning of books, not 
a finished and sealed document, according to popular no- 
tions of finality, but the beginning of a literature punctuat- 
ed and paragraphed by tears and laughter, by battle and 
pestilence, and ajl the changes of a tumultuous yet pro- 
gressive* civilization. 
/ / Joseph Parker. 

RELIGION" is often the most beautiful and sustaining in 
the humble, obscure walks of life, where, serving the Mas- 
ter with a quiet and contented mind, very many put more 
honor on the Gospel than do those whose names 1 are her- 
alded to the world. 

Bishop Jag gar. 


You may believe the Gospel by simply reading it, but 
you will never receive it in its fulness until it is told you 
by some one who has experienced it. 

J. J3. Sittinger^ D.JJ. 

RELIGION is the human mind standing in reverence and 
inspiration before the infinite energy of the universe, asking 
to be lifted into it opening itself to inspiration. 

IN these days we not only need to emphasize sound doc- 
trine, but sound practice; for piety is a Bible-creed crystal- 
lized into Bible-conduct. 

Theo. L. GuyUr. 

ALL things, the pressure of reason, the disappointment 
of society over the results of a complex faith, the demand 
for noble men and women, the natural tendency of intellect 
toward simplicity, require that he who " gets religion " in 
these years, should secure one that shall stand close by the 
simplicity and broadness and Tightness of the central 


David Swing. 

WITH the results of Christianity before him and in him, 
the Christian may confidently say to all his enemies : 
" If a lie can do all this, then a lie is better than all your 
truth, for your truth does not pretend to do it; and if our lie 
is better in every possible legitimate result than your truth, 
then your truth is proved to be a lie, and our lie is the 
truth." Of all short methods with infidelity, this is the 



THE gospel teaches a communism which is unselfish ; it 
says, U A11 mine is thine." But the world's communism is 
the very opposite. It says " Stand and deliver All thine 
is mine," and the difference is infinite. 



THAT Jesus, surrounded as he was, could have promul- 
gated a system of morals embodying all that is most valu- 
able in the prior life of the world, and to which nineteen 
centuries of civilization have not been able to add a thought 
or impart an ornament, is a fact not to be explained by any 


Senator M. H. Carpenter. 

THE real security of Christianity is to be found in its 
benevolent morality, in its exquisite adaptation to the hu- 
man heart, in the facility with which its scheme accommo- 
dates itself to the capacity of every human intellect, in the 
consolation which it bears to the house of mourning, and in 
the light with which it brightens the great mystery of the 


THOUGH scoffers ask, where is your gain ? 

And mocking say your work is vain, 
Such scoffers die, and are forgot 

Work done for God, it dieth not. 

Press on ! press on ! nor doubt, nor fear ; 

From age to age this voice shall cheer, 
Whate'er may die, and be forgot 

Work done for God, it dieth not. 

Thomas Khox. 



HELL is as ubiquitous as condemning conscience. 

F. W. JZobertson. 


ETEKXAL punishment is not simply a voluntary infliction; 
it is the consolidation and perpetuation of evil character, 
projecting itself into the eternal world, and reaping its own 
self-prepared results and consequences. 

J?, S. 

IF an infinitely loving God permits untold suffering in 
this world, is there anything inconceivable in His permit- 
ting it in the world to come ? 

JRev* P. Lane. 

THE highest punishment is not hell ; it is not the place 
of condemnation, where other guilty ones suffer with us. 
No to be self-condemned and to stand by some pure, 
happy one, feeling perfect innocence that is the hell of 


I HAVE never known the winter's blast, 
Or the quick lightning, or the pestilence, 
Make nice distinctions when let slip 
From God's right hand. 


HELL is the infinite terror of the soul, whatever that may 
be. It is the hel] of halving done wrong the hell of hav- 
ing had a spirit from God, pure, with high aspirations, and 
to be conscious of having dulled its delicacy and degraded 
its desires the hell of having quenched a light brighter 
than the sun's of having done to another an injury that 
through time and through eternity never can be undone 
infinite, maddening remorse the hell of knowing that 
every chance of excellence, and every opportunity of good, 
has been lost forever. This is the infinite terror; this is the 

wrath to come. 

F. W. Itobertson. 

HELL that awful refuge of the will-less ! 

George McDonald. 


THERE may be heaven; there must be hell; 
Meantime, there is our earth here well ! 

Hobert Browning. 

To insist that the lost will be punished in material fire, is 
as irrational as to insist that the saved will dwell in a city 
paved with material gold. 

jKev. R. W. Dale. 

THE torment of hell is bred of these two things recol- 
lection, and the absence of hope. Of these two parents 
shall be born those twin-causes of suffering, remorse and 
despair. These are the worm that will not die and the fire 
that cannot, be quenched. If you are lost, your suffering 
will not be so much an infliction as a consequence, just as it 
is here and now. You will not be blasted as by a shaft of 
lightning ; the fire shall be within you, self- kindled, self- fed,, 
making your immortality an immortality of ill. 

Rev. W. JET. If. Murray. 

DID you ever notice that while the Gospel sets before u& 
a higher and more blessed heaven than any other religion,, 
its hell is also deeper and darker than any other ? 

W. F. Warren, D.D. 

IT is not the best way in which to teach the truth of fu- 
ture punishment to say that a man is punished forever and 
forever for the sins of that hand's-breadth of duration we call 
time. If the soul does not repent of these with contrition,, 
and not merely with attrition, the nature of things forbids 
its peace. But the Biblical and the natural truth is, that 
prolonged dissimilarity of feeling with God may end in 
eternal sin. If there is eternal sin, there will be eternal 
punishment. Final permanence of character, under the 
laws of .judicial blindness and the self-propagating power 
of sin, is the truth emphasized by both God's word and his 

Joseph Cook. 


THERE is a sacred dfead of death 

Inwoven with the strings of life. 
And 'tis the eternal doom of heaven, 

That man must view the grave with fear. 


WHAT is hell but an expression of God's infinite abhor- 
rence of sin and of everything that is hurtful to his crea- 
tures, and of his infinite regard to whatever tends to their 
benefit ? All sin, unrepented of, must be punished ; and 
even the most noxious criminals, the enemies of God and his 
creatures, are not useless in the universe, but answer the ter- 
rible but benevolent end of warning all other creatures 
against disobedience, which would involve them in the 
same misery, just as the execution of a few malefactors in 
human governments is of extensive service to the rest of 
the subjects. 

Lyman JBeecher. 

FIRE in nature is not a substance. It was formerly 
thought to be, till science discovered that it was only the 
oxygen of the air we breathe, in contact, in chemical combi- 
nation, with combustible substances. Whether this oxygen 
shall serve you as the sustainer of life, as it comes to you 
in the atmosphere, or whether it shall blaze and flame in the 
conflagration, destroying you along with your goods, issiin- 
ply a question of conditions, and the observance of natural 
laws. And when it rages and burns with desolating sweep, it 
is only the latent power of this bland and life-sustaining 
breath, roused into activity; the same element, only at dif- 
ferent temperatures, being endowed with such opposite and 
seemingly incompatible qualities. So is this mystery of the 
wrath of God. It is only the evolving of that dormant 
energy which exists in the very soft and balmy atmosphere 
of his love which we breathe, and which is life-sustaining to 

the believing soul. 

M. W. Jacobus, V.D. 


"PENALTIES!" quarrel not with the old phraseology, good 
reader; attend rather to the thing it means. The word was 
heard of old, with a right solemn meaning attached to it, 
from theological pulpits and such places, and may still be 
heard there, with a half-meaning, or with no meaning, 
though it has become rather obsolete to modern ears. But 
the thing should not have fallen obsolete; the thing is a 
grand and solemn truth, expressive of a silent law of 
heaven, which continues forever valid, 


THE popular arguments against endless punishment are 
unsatisfactory as a sure ground of hope. 

R. S. Dabney, D.D. 

No revelation has lifted the veil between time and eter- 
nity; but in shadowy figures we are warned that a very 
marked distinction will be made between the good and the 
bad in the next world. 

Jeremiah S. Black. 

IK the transformation of opinion which is imperceptibly 
affecting all our conceptions of the future state, and in the 
perplexities and doubts which this transformation excites, 
the idea that comes with the most solid force and abiding 
comfort to the foreground, is the belief that the whole of 
our human existence is an education not merely, as Bishop 
Butler said, a probation for the future but an education 
which will reach into the future. 

The possibilities that overcame the impossibilities in our 
actual experience, show us that there may be yet greater 
possibilities which shall overcome the yet more formidable 
impossibilities lying beyond our experiences, beyond our 
sight, beyond the last great change of all. Through all 
these changes, and toward that unseen goal, in the words of 
Burke, " Let us pass on for God's sake, let us pass on ! " 

Dean Stanley. 


THERE being in man a sense of right and wrong, religion 
becomes a most potent influence, because it announces a 
judgment bar before which all must stand. It completes 
the theory of virtue and vice, by reminding the soul that it 
is daily approaching a final rendering of its accounts. 


IF the sinner persists in rejecting Christ, the ruin of his 
soul will be his own work. He has been placed upon an 
infinitely beneficent system of trial. He has been taught 
his dependence upon God a dependence not only of weak- 
ness upon strength, but of guilt upon mercy; he has been 
instructed in all that God has held him accountable for. 
Everything that he has known of God has assumed the form 
of a dissuasion from sin; his own experience in this troubled 
life has generated countless motives to obedience; his wan- 
dering steps have been thronged by guarding spirits; but 
for his guilt, his conscience alone would have been an ever- 
present song of God's love to him; and if he has had faith- 
ful Christian training, the disclosures of redemption have 
opened upon him the most intense system of allurements to 
personal holiness; the cross of Christ has blocked his way 
to destruction more impassably than by a flaming sword; 
his history has been one long struggle against obstacles to 
the suicide of his soul yet silently, darkly, willfully, he 
has turned away from the pleading, weeping, restraining 
Christ, and hurried over and through all obstructions to the 

world of woe. 

Austin PhelpS) D. D. 

LET star- wheels and angel- wings, with their holy winnowings, 

Keep beside you all your way, 

Lest in passion you should dash, with a blind and heavy 

Up against the thick-bossed shield of God's judgment in 

the field. 

Mrs t E. B. Browning. 


grow wrong ; we allow ourselves to crystallize in 
habits that imply a loss of a desire to be holy ; and at last, 
having made up our minds not to love predominately what 
God loves, and hate what he hates, we are amazed that we 
have not blessedness. But the universe is not amazed. 
The nature of things is but another name for the divine na- 
ture. God would not be God if there could be blessedness 

without holiness. 

Joseph Cook. 

THE same old baffling questions ! my friend; 

I cannot answer them. In vain I send 

My soul into the dark, where never burn 

The lamps of science, nor the natural light 

Of Reason's sun and stars 1 I cannot learn 

Their great and solemn meanings, nor discern 

The awful secrets of the eyes which turn 

Evermore on us through the day and night, 

With silent challenge, and a dumb demand, 

Proffering the riddles of the dread unknown, 

Like the calm Sphinxes with their eyes of stone, 

Questioning the centuries from their veils of sand, 

1 have no answer for myself or thee, 

Save that I learned at my mother's knee: 

" All is of God that is, and is to be, 

And God is good ! " Let this suffice us still, 

Resting in childlike trust upon his will, 

Who moveth his great ends unthwarted by the ill. 


You say, preach away; tell us something more of this 
Fruitless Fig Tree. I cannot, I dare not. The parable 
stops here and I must stop too. You want to know more. 
There is no more. You would like to know the future for- 
tune of this Fruitless Fig Tree. But you cannot know it, 
you must not know it, you shall not know it. Wise, right- 
eous, eloquent silence! I dare not twist another thread 


about the lash. I dare not throw another sheaf upon the 
cart lest I break "it down. Wise, righteous, eloquent si- 
lence! What wisdom in what Christ says, but oh! what 
power, what pathos, and what tenderness in what he does 
not say. Suppose he had told you all. Suppose he had 
given you the future fortune of this Fruitless Fig Tree. 
Suppose he had told you the plea was refused, that God 
would not hear the intercessor. Then down you would 
have sunk in black despair. Farewell earth, farewell 
Heaven, farewell grace of Jesus, farewell influence of the 
Holy Spirit, farewell ministry of angels, communion o 
saints, sacraments of peace in Heaven; a, Iong 3 a sad fare- 
well! My day of grace is over, my hour of mercy past, I 
am left behind, a Fruitless Fig Tree! 

Rev. Alexander J3> Jack. 

On, suppose on the other hand, he had told you the plea 
was granted, that this tree became a Fruitful Fig Tree. 
Then what would have happened? I know what would 
have happened. Those of you who have presumed so long 
would have continued presuming still. Those of you who, 
in spite of God's mercy, have been neglecting religion for 
weeks, and months, and years, would have neglected it to 
your dying day. Always the iron under the hammer of 
God's wrath. Always the ice under the shining of God's 
gracious promises. I might have tolled the knell. I might 
have darkened the scene with frequent funerals. Still, you 
would have said that knell is not for me. That gloomy 
procession is not for me. Therefore I thank my Saviour 
that he has told us nothing more of this Fruitless Fig Tree. 
I thank my Saviour that I stand here to-night with the same 
uncertainty imprinted on my forehead as is also impressed 
on yours. Wise, righteous, eloquent silence! It is power, 
it is wisdom, it is mercy that closes the parable at such a 
point as this. May God induce you to bethink yourselves 

for JASHS Christ's sake! 

Rev. Alexander J3. Jack. 


You think that cue hour buries another, but it is not so. 
You think that you have parted forever from the things 
which have passed by you. No, you have not. There is 
much of your life that you think has gone, which you shall 
never part from. It has stepped behind you, and there it 
waits. That which you have done is with you to-day; and 
that which you are doing will be with you to-morrow. 
When the mason carries up the wall, the course of the brick 
which he laid yesterday is the foundation on which he is 
laying another course to-day; and all that you do to-day on 
the structure which you are building*, will remain as a basis 
for that which you do to-morrow. 


PERHAPS it may have been little thought of, in the days 
of careless and thoughtless and thankless unconcern, which 
you have spent hitherto ; but I call upon you to think of it 
now ; to lay it seriously to heart, and no longer to delay 
when the high waters of death arid judgments and eternity 
are thus set so evidently before you, and the tidings where- 
with I am charged the blood lieth upon your own head, 
and not upon mine, if you wilL not listen to them. The ob- 
ject of my coming among you is to let you know what more 
things are to come ; it is to carry you beyond the regions 
of sight and sense, to the regions of faith, and to assure you 
in the name of Him who cannot lie, that as sure as the hour 
for the laying the body in. the grave comes, so surely will 
also come the hour of the spirit returning to Him who gave 
it. Yes, the day of the final reckoning will come, and the 
appearance of the Son of God in heaven, and his mighty 
angels around him, will come, and the opening of the books 
will come, and the standing of men of all generations before 
the judgment seat will come, and the solemn passing of 
that sentence which is to fix your destiny for eternity, will 



THERE is one thing in the wide universe which is really 
valuable, and that is character. By this I mean a confi- 
dence in the bosoms of those who know you, that you have 
the power, the capacity, and the disposition to confer hap- 
piness on others. This, of course, will include a power 
over yourself, so that you can govern and restrain your own 
wishes, and thus take care of yourself ; and it will imply 
that you have the power, and have the disposition to exer- 
cise that power, to do good to others. It is that that makes 
the character of the Divine Being so perfect, so exalted, 
and so worthy of homage and of admiration. A good 
heart, benevolent feelings, and a balanced mind lie at the 
foundation of character. Other things may be deemed for- 
tuitous; they may come and go; but character is that which 
lives and abides, and is admired long after its possessor has 
left the earth, the theater on which it was displayed. 

John Todcl 

MOMENTS there are in life alas, how few ! 

When, casting cold, prudential doubts aside 

We take a generous impulse for our guide, 

And, following promptly what the heart thinks best, 

Commit to Providence the rest; 

Sure that no after-reckoning will arise 

Of shame or sorrow, for the heart is wise. 

And happy they who thus in faith obey 

Their better nature; err sometimes they may, 

And some sad thoughts lie heavy in the breast. 

Such as by hope deceived are left behind ; 

But like a shadow these will pass away 

From the pure sunshine of the peaceful mind. 


THE shaping our own life is our own work. It is a thing 
of beauty, it is a thing of shame as we ourselves make it. 



MANHOOD will come, and old age will come, and the dy- 
ing bed will come, and the very last look you shall ever 
have on your acquaintances will come, and the time when 
you are stretched a lifeless corpse before the eyes of weep- 
ing relatives will come, and the coffin that is to enclose you 
will come, and that hour when the company assemble to 
carry you to the church-yard will come, and the minute 
when you are put down into the grave will come, and the 
throwing in of the loose dirt into the narrow house where 
you are laid, and the spreading of the green sod over it, 
all, all, will come on every living creature who now speaks, 
and the people who now listen will be carried to their long 
homes, and make room for another generation. Now all 
this you know must and will happen. Your common sense 
and common experience serve to convince you of it. 


THERE are parts of our life we do not like to think about. 
When we are suddenly reminded of them, we call, " Wine!" 
We turn aside a little to some one and say, u Play something." 
There is a time when wine and music shall have lost their, 
power of enchantment, and we shall be turned right round 
forced to look at the past ! O, sirs ! it is then that we 
shall have no little quibbling, wretched questions to put 
about Christ's cross and Christ's atonement. When we see 
life from that point, and feel the bitterness and torment of 
sin, we shall then know that the Lamb of God never shed 
one drop too much of His blood, never suffered one pang 
too many, for the sins of the world. We shall not be critics 
then, pedants then, little technical inquirers then. We 
shall feel that the cross, and that alone, can go right into 
our life, with the answer to our difficulties, and the balm for 
our wound and sorrow. 

Joseph Parker. 

Too late I loved thee! thou Beauty of Ancient days, 
et ever new! Too late I loved thee! 


THE work proceeds without intermission; and all that - 
has been done is the uncle r->tructiire for that which is to be 
done. Young man and maiden, take heed how you build. 
That which you are doing-, the work which you are perform- 
ing, you do not leave behind you because you forget it. It 
passes away from you apparently, but it does not pass away 
from you in reality. Every stroke, every single element 
abides, and there is nothing- that grows so fast as character. 
There is nothing that men think so little of, as character, al- 
though there is nothing that so belongs to their immortality, 
and that is so incomparable in importance, as character. 



LOCK.HAET, I may have but a minute to speak to you, 
My dear, be a good man; be virtuous; be religious; be a 
good man; nothing else will give you any comfort when 

you come to lie here. 

Walter Scott. 

DEAFER in his last book tries to prove that the progress 
and civilization of the world are due to the expansive force 
of the human intellect, retarded and impeded by the de- 
pressive and compressive influence of religious faith. But 
supposing that religious systems are wholly human, they, 
too, are scientific products of the human mind, the result of 
its expansive force; and to laud science and to deprec 
religion, is to extol intellect in one direction and belittle it 
in another, which is absurd. 

R. T. Sun. 


THE man who believes that there is no God, no immortal- 
ity, and that when he dies he will melt into the earth, to be 
seen no more, like the snow-flake sinking- in the ocean, cer- 
tainly wants one of the most powerful stimulants to intel- 
lectual and moral advancement. 

Senator 0. P. Morton. 

THE supernatural in this Jesus is the best hope of the 
world; it is the only hope. He is the place where earth 
blends with heaven, that line where sea and sky meet. He 
is the only miracle we need, but the need of him is infinite. 
Our public morals, our intellectual development, our pri- 
vate friendships, our sad partings here, our measureless love 
of life, all ask that Jesus Christ may always stand before 
mankind as the emblem of a supernatural, blessed shore. 

Darnel Swing. 

ACROSS a chasm of eighteen hundred years Jesus Christ 
makes a demand which is beyond all others difficult to sat- 
isfy: He asks that for which a philo3opher may often seek 
in vain at the hands of his friends, or a father of his chil- 
dren, or a bride of her spouse, or a man of his brother: He 
asks for the human heart: He will have it entirely to Him- 
self: He demands it unconditionally; arid forthwith His 
demand is granted. "Wonderful! In defiance of time and 
space, the soul of man, with all its powers and faculties? 
becomes an annexation to the empire of Christ. All who 
sincerely believe in Him experience that remarkable super- 
natural love towards him. This phenomenon is unaccount- 
able; it is altogether beyond the scope of man's creative 
power. Time, the great destroyer, is powerless to extin- 
guish this sacred flame: time can neither exhaust its 
strength nor put a limit to its range. This it is which 
strikes me most. I have often thought of it. This it is 
which proves to me quite convincingly the Divinity of Jesus 



TO-DAY - the great question that Is stirring men's hearts 
to their very depths is, Who is this Jesus Christ? His life 
is becoming to us a new life, as if we had never seen a word 
of it. There is round about us an influence so strange, so 
penetrating, so -subtle, yet so mighty, that we are obliged 
to ask the great heaving world of time to be silent for a 
while, that we may see just what we are and where we are. 
That influence is the life of Jesus Christ. We cannot get 
clear of it ; we hear it in the tones of joy; we feel it stealing 
across the darkness of sorrow ; we see it where we least ex- 
pect it. Even men who have traveled farthest from it seem 
only to have come round to it again ; and while they have 
been undervaluing the inner worth of Jesus Christ, they 
have actually been living on the virtues which came out of 
his garments here, 

Joseph Parser. 

SCIENCE, if true to itself, must come back to a personal 
God, as the best solution of a universe in which there is 
thought. Literature must acknowledge that Christ and an 
immortal life furnish the noblest jand the most sustained in- 
spiration. The peculiar influences of Christianity are nec- 
essary as a counterpoise against the temptations which are 
incident to modern lifi. Wealth was never more attractive 
and tempting than now. Luxury was never so various and 
so refined in its ministrations and appliances. Genius for 
science, art, or letters, was never so potent over cultivated 
minds. In short, man as an individual, and in organized 
masses, was never so strongly tempted to worship himself 
and to deny his Creator, to rely upon the inspirations of his 
own being, whether scientific, imaginative, or ethical, and to 
dispense with the Christ, of whom it has been said, it is true 
that before him every knee shall bow. No influence short 
of the living God and the redeeming Son of God can possi- 
blv hold an individual or a generation against the in-rush- 
ing tide of these insidious influences. 

Noah Porter. 


WHATEYEB may be the surprises of the future, Jesus 
Christ will never be surpassed. His worship will grow 
young without ceasing; his legend will call forth tears with- 
out end; his sufferings will melt the noblest heart; all ages 
will proclaim that, among the sons of men, there is none 

born greater than Jesus. 

JZrnest Kenan. 

IF I were called to point out the most alarming sins of 
to-day, those which are most deceitful in their influence, and 
most soul-destroying in their ultimate effects, I would not 
mention drunkenness, with all its fearful havoc, nor gam- 
bling, with its crazed victims, nor harlotry, with its hell- 
ish orgies; but the love of money on the part of men, and 
the love of display on the part of women. While open vice 
sends its thousands, these fashionable and favored indulgen- 
ces send their tens of thousands to perdition. They sear 
the conscience, incrust the soul with an impenetrable shell 
of worldliness, debauch the affections from every high and 
heavenly object, and make man or woman the worshiper 
of self. While doing all this the poor victim is allowed by 
public opinion to think himself or herself a Christian, while 
the drunkard, the gambler and prostitute are not deceived 
by such a thought for a moment 

Howard Crosby.) D.D. 

THE church in debt feels that prudence demands that the 
worldly rich should be gathered, both small and great, into 
the church. These men are counseled, placed in positions 
of trust, elected to office; and how often are men of wealth 
and influence in the world, and without religion, allowed to 
determine the question and say who is to feed the flock of 
Christ? Their opinions are preferred to those of the chil- 
dren of God, simply to secure their aid in supporting the 
man of their choosing. How many pulpits are to-day 
spiked by the devil in this very way? 

Sylvanus Stall. 


THERE are few people who will not be benefited by pon- 
dering over the morals of shopping. 

WEALTH has now all the respect paid to it which is dee 
only to virtue and to talent, but we can see what estimate God 
places upon it, since he often bestows it upon the meanest 
and most unworthy of all his creatures. 

Dean Swift. 

WEALTH in our country must long be, and properly is, a 
great measure of force; and by force I mean character, 
talent, activity and mental leverage. But in heaven's name 
let us know it for what it is, and not for what it is not; most 
of all, let us avoid that particular fallacy which sees in 
wealth the essence, and not the provocative of refinement- 

Donald G. Mitchell. 

No one who is a lover of riches, or a lover of pleasure, or 
a lover of glory, can at the same time be a lover of men. 


OUR greatest danger now in this country is corporative 


Wendell Phillips. 

LET us learn to be content with what we have, with the 
place we have in life. Let us get rid of our false estimates, 
let us throw down the god Money from its pedestal, trample 
that senseless idol under foot, set up all the higher ideals a 
neat home, vines of our own planting, a few books full of 
the inspiration of genius, a few friends worthy of being 
loved, and able to love us in turn ; a hundred innocent 
pleasures that bring no pain or remorse, a devotion to the 
right that will never swerve, a simple religion empty of all 
bigotry, full of trust and hope and love, and to such a phil- 
osophy this world will give up all the joy it has. 

David Swing. 


IF a man's mind be thoroughly alive, he cannot be con- 
tent with good health, good revenue and good dwelling. 
There are heart-achings and out-goings which waste the 
life, which cannot be soothed or appeased by bread alone. 
On the one hand you will find sad hearts surrounded by the 
highest personal and social advantages, and on the other 
you will find hearts glad with unspeakable joy in spite of 
circumstances the most untoward and harrassing. It is, 
therefore, in the opinion of Christian thinkers, a superficial 
and mocking theory of human happiness which concerns it- 
self mainly with circumstances. "What is wanted is a prin- 
ciple which will put all accidental conditions in their right 
place, and persistently remind man that "the life is more 
than bread," and that apparent failure may be real success. 

Joseph Parker. 

THERE are necessities in our hearts which nothing human 
can supply; passions which nothing human can either sat- 
isfy or control; powers which nothing human can either ad- 
equately excite or occupy; and oh, there are sorrows, deep 
sorrows, which will not be assuaged; wounds which, if the 
balm that is in Gilead cannot heal, must fester forevermore; 
sins, far beyond the reach of all skill but that of the Great 
Physician of souls. 

Robert J". J3reckinridge^ J).D. 

COMMUNISM possesses a language which every people can 
understand. Its elements are hunger, envy and death. 

Heinnch Heine. 

IP you divorce capital and labor, capital is hoarded and 
labor starves. 

Daniel Webster. 

WHAT is a communist ? One who has yearnings 
for equal division of unequal earnings. 



EVERY day that I live I become less and less desirous of 
great wealth : but every day makes me more sensible of the 
importance of a competence. Without a competence it is 
not easy for a public man to be honest : it is almost impos- 
sible for him to be thought so. 


PEOPEBTY is the product of labor. It must be hewed out 
of the forest, plowed out of the field, blasted out of the 
mine, pounded out of the anvil, wrought out in the factory 
and furnace. Labor is at the bottom of it all; and the na- 
tion in which labor is the best cherished and cared for, must 
be the richest and most prosperous. Capital and labor are 
mutual allies. 

WHEN vanished is this vapor we call life, 

And all the storms that vex us disappear 
Sorrow's sharp thorn, the weary wheel of strife. 

And all the miseries we feel or fear 
When of the " day far spent " a night is born, 

Before there dawns a day that knows no night, 
Shall we who see the glory of such a morn 

Shall we recall, upon that dazzling height, 
One touch of this wild warfare of the earth ? 

The wounds that scarred us, or the tears we wept, 
The sin that so beset us from our birth, 

The woes, the wrongs, the cares that never slept ? 
Or will there be a gap betwixt that time 

And this eternity that numbs the sense, 
As after sudden ceasing of some chime 

A lengthened pause makes rest the more intense? 
Forbear to question, mine idle thought! 

Where were our faith, if all were come to sight ! 
"Avoid vain babblings" thus much we are taught. 

'Twere vain to breathe them, yet I long for light. 

A. T.L. 


Qx the whole, there are much sadder ages than the early 
ones; not sadder in a noble and deep way, but in a dim, 
wearied way the way of ennui, and jaded intellect, and un- 
comfortableness of soul and body. Not that we are without 
festivity, but festivity more or less forced, mistaken, embit- 
tered, incomplete, not of the heart; and the profoundest 
reason of this darkness of heart is, I believe, our want of 


LET me not die before I've clone for Thee 

Some earthly work, whatever it may be; 

Call me not hence with mission unfulfilled, 

Let me not leave my space of ground un tilled; 

Impress this truth upon me, that not one 

Can do my portion that I leave undone, 

For each one in Thy vineyard hath a spot 

,To labor in for life, and weary not. 

Then give me strength all faithfully to toil. 

Converting barren earth to fruitful soil. 

I long to be an instrument of Thine, 

To gather worshipers unto Thy shrine; 

To be the means one human soul to save 

From the dark terrors of a hopeless grave. 

Yet most I want a spirit of content, 

To work where'er Thou'lt wish my labor spent, 

Whether at home or in a stranger clime, 

In days of joy, or sorrow's sterner time. 

I want a spirit passive, to He still, 

And by Thy power to do Thy holy will. 

And when the prayer unto my lips doth rise, 

Before a new home doth my soul surprise, 

" Let me accomplish some great work for Thee,' y 

Subdue it, Lord; let my petition be, 

"Oh! make me useful in this world of Thine, 

In ways according to Thy will, not mine. 


Let me not leave my space of ground unfilled, 
Call me not hence with mission unfulfilled. 
Let me not die before IVe done for Thee 
My earthly work, whatever that may be." 

CHURCH of the living God! In vain thy foes 
Make thee, in impious mirth, their laughing stock, 
Contemn thy strength, thy radiant beauty mock; 

In vain their threats and impotent their blows 

Satan's assault HelPs agonizing throes! 
For thou art built upon th' Eternal Rock, 
Nor fear'st the thunder storm, the earthquake shock, 

And nothing shall disturb thy calm repose. 

All human combinations change and die, 
What'er their origin, form, design ; 

But firmer than the pillars of the sky, 
Thou standest ever by a power Divine; 

Thou art endowed with immortality, 

And can'st not perish God's own life is thine! 

Wm. Lloyd Garrison. 




ENVY is the yoke-fellow of eminence. 


As there can be no jealousy without regard, so envy 
cannot exist in perfection without a secret esteem of the 
person envied. 


BASE envy withers at another's joy, 
And hates the excellence It cannot reach. 


SLANDER is the solace of malignity. 


WE cannot control the evil tongues of others, but a gooc 
life enables us to despise them. 


NICE distinctions are troublesome. It is so much easie] 
to say that a thing is black, than to discriminate the partiC' 
ular shade of brown, blue, or green, to which it really be 
longs. It is so much easier to make up your mind tha" 
your neighbor is good for nothing, than to enter into all the 
circumstances that would oblige you to modify that opinion 

George Eliot. 

To apply to others in charity the knowledge one has usec 
against oneself in judgment this is the hard thing. 

W. H. MallocJc. 

THEKE are calumnies against which even innocence loses 


To persevere in one's duty and to be silent, is the firsl 
answer to calumny. 


THEEE is nobody so weak of invention that cannot make 
some little stories to vilify his enemy. 


"WHE]$r one has learned to seek the honor that comett 
from God only, he will take the withholding of the honor 
that comes from man very quietly indeed. 

George McDonald. 


WHOEVER has a good work to do must let the devil's 
tongue run as it pleases. 


WHEN a man readily gives ear to a slander, he betrays 
fellow-feeling with the malice whence it sprang. 


A LARGE charity is the growth of years, the last result 
of many trials. 

Stafford A. Brooke, 

WHEN a man is at the foot of the hill in his fortunes, he 
may stay a long while there in spite of professional accom- 

George Eliot. 

CENSURE and criticism never hurt anybody. If false, 
they cannot harm you, unless you are wanting in char- 
acter; and if true, they show a man his weak points, and 
forewarn him against failure and trouble. 


IF there should spring up in any hospital a disposition 
of criticism, and men with fevers should gibe men with 
dropsies, and men with dropsies should revenge themselves 
by pointing over to men with ulcers and sores, it would 
fitly represent the harsh judgment of men upon each other. 


EXPERIENCE tells us that each man most keenly and un- 
erringly detects in others the vice with which he is most 

familiar himself. 

F. W. Robertson. 

BE not hasty to disprove every aspersion that is cast on 
you. Let them alone for a while, and, like mud on your 
clothes, they will rub off of themselves. 

Jtev. Dr. Murray. 


IT is impossible for human purity not to betray to an eye 
sharpened by malignity, some stains which lay concealed 
and unregarded when none thought it their interest to dis- 
cover them; nor can the most circumspect attention or 
steady rectitude escape blame from censors, who have no 
inclination to approve. 

Johnsons Rambler. 

MALICE has a keen scent for blemishes. 


MY worst enemies are more valuable to me than my best 


BEYOKTD all doubt, the worst of our enemies are those 
which we carry about in our own hearts. 


THOSE who get through the world without enemies are 
commonly of three classes the supple, the adroit, and the 
phlegmatic. The leaden rule surmounts obstacles by yield- 
ing to them; the oiled wheel escapes friction; the cotton 
sack escapes damage by its impenetrable elasticity. 


WHAT a man's enemies say ought not to be taken as evi- 

Olive Logan. 

THE wise man always shows himself on the side of his 
assailants. It is more to his interest than it is to theirs to 
find out his weak points; the wound cicatrizes and falls off 
from him like the deer-skin, and when they would triumph, 
lo! he has passed on invulnerable. So long as all is said 
against me, I feel a certain assurance of success; but as 
soon as honeyed words of praise are spoken for me, I feel 
as one lying unprotected before his enemies. 



A MAN can bear 

A world's contempt, when he has that within 
Which says he's worthy. 

Alexander Smith. 

THE world can pry out everything about us which It has a 
mind to know. But there is this consolation, which men 
will never accept in their own sases, that the world does n't 


WITHIN" a few years past it has become the fashion to 
pounce down upon every public man against whom a breath 
of suspicion is emitted, and treat him as a criminal, without 
permitting him the poor privilege of being heard. It is 
enough if somebody suspects him. He must be a criminal 
or he would not be charged with criminality! In the juris- 
prudence which guides this class of journalists, every pub- 
lic man is to be considered guilty, until he proves himself 
innocent, and even then he has to undergo a long quaran- 
tine, as having come from a suspected port. 

The Nation. 

THAT assasination by the slow poison of calumny, secretly 
infused into every vein of the society in which the calumi- 
nated character moves and is known, that is the basest 
,and vilest form of assassination. It has every degree of 
cowardice, every amount of malice, every wickedness of 
purpose, and every mischief of result, 

W. M. Uvarts. 

IT is well, may be so, to bear losses, 
And to bend and bow down to the rod, 

If the scarlet-red bars and the crosses 
Be but rounds up the ladder to God, 

But this mocking' of men! Ah! that enters 

The marrow ! 

J~oaquin Miller. 


A GREAT deal depends upon a man's courage when he is 
slandered and traduced. Weak men are crushed by de- 
traction, but the brave hold on and succeed. 

JET. S. Stevens. 

YET nerve thy spirit to the proof, 

And blanch not at thy chosen lot; 
The timid good may stand aloof, 

The sage may frown, yet faint thou not, 
Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, 

The foul and hissing bolt of scorn; 
For with thy side shall dwell at last 

The victory of endurance born. 


IT was the exprobation of Athens that she suffered those 
men to die in exile, ignominy and oblivion, that with virtu- 
ous endeavors had raised her up on the pillars of her fame. 
Miltiades, Aristides, Solon, Phocion where lived they? 
Where lie they? 

Thomas Adams. 

WELL-NERVED and stout be the arm that smiteth wrong, 
and sharp and swift the censure following knowledge of 
guilt; but that eagerness to condemn, so noticeable in 
some; that evil construction put on acts whose motive is 
unknown; that merciless remembrance, which treasxireth 
up the minutest past delinquency, forgetful of after worth 
and probable repentance; that whispering suspioiousness, 
quick and pronged as a serpent's tongue its prototype; 
that bigotry and assumption of superior sanctity; that hard, 
unfeminine punctiliousness which spurns the erring, and 
denies the possibility of cleansing to the stained; that 
clutching of stones to pelt one form of sin by hands not 
stainless of other forms this is what I deplore; this is 
what I arraign as un-Christlike. 

Rev. W. fl. H. Murray. 


FLING forth a He among the crowd. 

Let but the gossips vouch 'tis true; 
Then innocence may buy her shroud 

And guilt walk forth in garments new. 

LET every man be occupied, and occupied in the highest 
employment of which his nature is capable, and die with 
the consciousness that he has done his best. 

Sidney Smith. 

AN idle word may be seemingly harmless in its utter- 
ance, but let it be fanned by passion, let it be fed with the 
fuel of misconception, of evil intention, of prejudice, and 
it will soon grow into a sweeping fire, that will melt the 
chains of human friendship, that will burn to ashes many 
cherished hopes, and blacken more fair names than one. 

Chas. A. JMckey, DJ). 

IF you have gentle words and looks, my friends, 
To spare for me if you have tears to shed 

That I have suffered keep them not, I pray, 
Until I hear not, see not, being dead. 

If you have flowers to give fair lily- buds, 
White roses, daisies, meadow-stars, that be 

Mine own dear namesakes let them smile and make 
The air, while yet I breathe it, sweet for me. 

For loving looks, though fraught with tenderness 
And kindly tears, though they fall thick and fast. 

And words of praise, alas ! can naught avail 
To lift the shadows from a life that's past. 

And rarest blossoms what can they suffice, 

Offered to one who can no longer gaze 
Upon their beauty ? Flowers on coffins laid 

Impart no sweetness to departed days. 

Sunday Magazine. 


THROW dirt enough, and fc some will stick. 

Archbishop Whately. 

WILL stick, but not stain. 

Henry Newman. 

GOOD name in man and woman, dear my lord, 

Is the immediate jewel of their souls ; 

Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing ; 

5 Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; 

But he that filches from me my good name, 

Robs me of that which not enriches him, 

And makes me poor indeed. 


You may get through the world, but 't will be very slow 
If you listen to all that is said as you go; 
You '11 be worried and fretted and kept in a stew, 
For meddlesome tongues will have something to do 
For people will talk. 

If quiet and modest, you'll have it presumed 
That your humble position is only assumed; 
You 're a wolf in sheep's clothing, or else you 're a fool; 
But don't get excited; keep perfectly cool 
For people will talk. 

If generous and noble, they '11 vent out their spleen; 
You'll hear some loud hints that you are selfish and 


If upright, honest and fair as the day, 
They'll call you a rogue in a sly, sneaking way 
For people will talk. 

And then, if you show the least boldness of heart, 
Or a slight inclination to take your own part, 
They will call you an upstart, conceited and vain; 
But keep straight ahead, don't stop to explain 
For people will talk. 


If you dress in the fashion, don^t think to escape, 
For they 'II criticise then in a different shape; 
You're ahead of your means, or your tailor's unpaid; 
But mind your own business, there's naught to be made 
For people will talk. 

Now the best way to do Is do as you please; 
For your mind. If you have one, will then be at ease; 
Of course you will meet with all sorts of abuse; 
But don't think to stop, then; it ain't any use 
For people will talk. 

Washington Capitol. 

NOT even a word may be uttered; a nervous shrug, a 
significant look, an enforced silence, may do the fiendish 
work, and the fair fame of your more righteous neighbor Is 
blackened, and a heart far nobler than your own, it may 
be, is forever crushed. 

F. W Mobertson* 

THE worst things are the perversions of good things, 
Abused intellectual gifts make the dangerous villain; abused 
sensibilities make the accomplished tempter; abused affec- 
tions engender the keenest of all misery. 


I WILL tell you what to hate. Hate hypocrisy, hate cant, 
hate intolerance, oppression, injustice; hate pharisaism; hate 
them as Christ hated them, with a deep, living, godlike hatred. 

F. W. Robertson. 

THERE is a creature who ought to share with the clerical 
cheat the abuse of the people. I mean the clerical jester. 
He lays his hands on all sacred things. He is full of Bible 
jests, and he talks about the Bible with jests that have come 
down from generation to generation. The principles which, 
if they mean anything, mean life and death to the soul, he 
turns into material for jest. 

Phillips Brooks. 


ALWAYS think the best of a man. To think the worst is 
the sure mark of a mean spirit arid a base soul. 

Lord Bolingbroke. 

AMONG all the vices which it is necessary to subdue in 
order to build up the human character, there is none to be 
compared, in strength or in virulence, with that of impurity. 
It can outlive and kill a thousand virln3s; it can corrupt 
the most generous heart; it can madden the sternest intel- 
lect; it can debase the loftiest imagination. But besides 
being so poisonous to character, it is, above all others, the 
most difficult to conquer, 

and Reviews. 

THE essential guilt of suicide is unbelief despair of 

God's love and goodness. 

F. W. Holertsoti. 

I COULD not waste myself. I had to make my own way 
in the world. Young men, if you intend to win, you must 
work. There is no easier road. Howl escaped the pitfalls 
set for the feet of such untaught boys as I was can only be 
explained one way. In it all the thought of my mother 
and her prayers had to my heart the force of a guardian 

angel's care. 

Gov. St. John. 

IT is the quiet worker that succeeds. No one can do 
his best, or evren do well, in the midst of badinage or worry 
or nagging. Therefore, if you work, work as cheerily as 
you can. If you do not work, do not put even a .straw in 
the way of others. There are -rocks and pebbles and holes 
and plenty of obstructions. It is the pleasant word, the 
hearty word, that helps, and a man who has these at his 
command is sure to be a helper to others in the highway of 
life, along which so many are travelers. 


OH, my brethren, this self-confident, this hurrying, un- 
ripe, aspiring character which makes nothing of meditation; 
this boldness without strength and ardor without depth let 
us bring it to the touchstone of our perfect Lord, and see 
how His character rebukes it. 

Ex-President Woohey. 

AH, there be souls none understand; 
Like clouds, they cannot touch the land, 
Drive as they may o'er field or town; 
Then we look wise at this, and frown, 
And we cry "Fool! " and cry "Take hold 
Of earth, and fashion gods of gold." 

Call these not fools; the test of worth 
Is not the hold you have of earth; 
Lo, there be gentlest souls, sea-blown. 
That know not any harbor known; 
And it may be the reason is 
They touch on fairer shore than this, 

Joaquin Mill&r. 

GOD bless the cheerful people man, woman or child, old or 
young, illiterate or educated, handsome or homely. Over 
and above every other social trait stands cheerfulness- 
What the sun is to nature, what God is to the stricken 
heart which knows how to lean upon Him, are cheerful per- 
sons in the house and by the wayside. They go unobtru- 
sively, unconsciously about their silent mission, brightening 
up society around them, with happiness beaming from their 
faces. We love to sit near them. We love the nature of 
their eye, the tone of their voice. Little children find them 
out, oh ! so quickly, amid the densest crowd, and passing 
by the knitted brow and compressed lip, glide near, and 
laying a confiding little hand on their knee, lift their clear 
young eyes to those loving faces. 

A. A. Willits, D.D. 


THKOUGHOTJT the entire word of God, we are taught the 
sacred duty of being happy. Be happy, cheerful, rejoice- 
ful as we can, we cannot go beyond the spirit of the Gospel, 
though we may go beyond the requirements of Calvin and 
Pascal. To the devout but narrow school of Christians, 
<( the free and princely heart of innocence" may seem strange 
and forbidden, but not so to David or Paul. Not so to 
Christ, who, though " a man of sorrows and acquainted with 
grief," was happy and " rejoiced in spirit." 

Dean Stanley. 

THE rarest attainment is to grow old happily and grace- 

L. M. Child 

SOME murmur when their sky is clear 

And wholly bright to view, 
If one small speck of dark appear 

In their great heaven of blue; 
And some with thankful love are fill'd 

If but one streak of light 
One ray of God's good mercy gild 

The darkness of their night. 

In palaces are hearts that ask, 

In discontent and pride, 
Why life is such a dreary task, 

And all good things denied ? 
And hearts in poorest huts admire 

How love has, in their aid 
Love that not ever seems to tire 

Such rich provision made. 

Archbishop French. 

GOD smiled when he put humor into the human disposi- 
tion and said, " That is good 1 " 



looks, kind words, kind acts and warm hand- 
shakes these are secondary means of grace, when men are 

in trouble and are fighting their unseen battles. 

John Hall, D.D. 

BUILD thee more stately mansions, my 

As the swift seasons roll ! 

Leave thy low- vaulted past ! 
Let each new temple, nobler than the last, 
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, 

Till thou at length art free, 

Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting- sea ! 


GOB can and does render sinners happy in spite of their 
sins, for Christ's sake, remitting to them its penalty, while 
its power is only partially broken, fostering them, and re- 
joicing over them until their restoration to spiritual health 
be complete. Anything that turns the sinner's regard in- 
ward on himself as a ground of hope, instead of bidding 
him look to Christ, must plunge him into despair, and de- 
spair is the portal of death. 

Charles Hode^ D.D. 

BUT when we in our viciousness grow hard, 

. . . . the wise gods seal our eyes; 

In our own slime drop our clear judgments, make us 

Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut 

To our confusion* 


FOB your own sakes, brethren, for God's sake, let your 
thought rise. Bid it, force it to rise. Think of the face of 
Jesus, of your future home in heaven, of the loved ones who 
have gone before you. Think of all that has ever cheered, 
quickened, braced you. In such thoughts, to such thoughts, 
Jesus will assuredly and increasingly reveal himself. 

Liddon to the Students of Oxford. 


EVEN this vein of laughing, as I could produce out of 
grave authors, hath oftentimes a strong and sinewy force in 

teaching and confuting. 


' IT is one of the heaviest penalties of wrong thinking and 
of wrong living, that they blur, if they do not obliterate, the 
very perception of good and evil. 


PATIENCE and strength are what we need ; an earnest use 
of what we have now; and all the time an earnest discon- 
tent until we come to what we ought to be. 

Phillips Brooks. 



COTJNT that day lost whose low, descending sun, 
Views from thy hand no worthy action done. 

THE earth is fringed and carpeted, not with forests, but 
with grasses. Only see that you have enough of little vir- 
tues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because 
you are neither a renowned hero nor a saint. 

Do what thou dost as if the stake were heaven, 
And that thy last deed ere the judgment day. 

ONE day thou wilt be blest, * 
So still obey the guiding hand that fends 
Thee safely through these wonders for sweet ends. 



OPPOSITION" may become sweet to a man when he has 
christened it persecution. 

George Eliot. 

HABITS are soon assumed, but when we strive 
To strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive. 


CHOOSE that which is best, and custom will make it most 

J". IF". Scatty D.D* 

A MAN" has no more right to my an uncivil thing than to 
act one. 

Dr. Samuel Johnson. 

THIS world is a solemn fact; we are in it, passing through 
it. Let us try to understand its mysteries; let us think 
much of its responsibilities; let us ponder the thoughts of 
the inquiring minds of all ages; let us prize all the light 
we have from man, from God, so that we may be guided 
aright amid its perils and changing experiences. 

Alexander JReed, D.D. 

I HAVE warred with you, I have been your enemy, but 
now, when war is over, we speak the same language, wor- 
ship the same God and let us be friends. 

George the III* to John Adams. 

WE figure to ourselves 
The thing we like, and then we build it up 
As chance will have it, on the rock or sand; 
For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, 
And home-bound fancy runs her bark ashore. 

Henry Taylor. 

A MAN'S best things are nearest him 
Lie close about his feet. 

Richard Moncton Milnes. 


not on one mind constantly, 
Lest where one stood before, two fall; 
Something- hath God to say to thee 
Worth hearing from the lips of all. 

Owen Meredith. 

I THOUGHT ten thousand swords must have leaped from 
their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her 
[Marie Antoinette] with insult. But the age of chivalry is 


Surke^ on the French Revolution. 

THERE is no transaction which offers stronger temptations 
to fallacy and sophistication, than epistolary intercourse. 

Dr. Samuel Johnson. 


TWENTY Christians can fight heroically, where one can 
suffer greatly, and be strong and still. 

Theo. L. Quyler, D.D. 

GOOD has but one enemy, the evil; but the evil has two 1 
enemies, the good and itself. 

Julius Miiller. 

THE wicked would be too well off if their evil deeds came 
to an end. 


HISTORY proves that although woman, swayed by lofty 
impulses, approaches the angels, yet when yielding to a 
master-passion, she is capable of a refinement of wicked- 
ness which men never attain. 


A WOMAN* is naturally as different from a man as a flower 
from a tree; she has more beauty and more fragrance, but 
less strength; she will be fitted for the rough and thorny 
walk of the masculine professions when she has got a rough 
beard, a brazen front, and hard skin, but no sooner. 

Prof. J. $. Blackie. 


So far from wishing to give yotes to women, I would fain 
take them away from most men, 

Husk in* 

THE heights by great men reached and kept 

Were not attained by sudden flight, 
But they, while their companions slept. 
Were toiling upward In the night. 

I/on {{fellow. 

always have strength given them to carry out their 
convictions; they have not strength given them to carry out 
their aspirations. Do not complain that, because you can- 
not live up to your aspirations, you cannot live up to prin- 
ciples; that because your ideal vanishes on contact with 
the necessities of daily existence, therefore it Is Impossible 
to act on conviction. 

LEAVE the young hearts to nature and to God. 
Leave the young tendrils where they will to twine; 
Where violets blossom, and white snowdrops nod, 
Fall April dews, where April's sunlights shine; 
Gathered the ripened corn, If yet some ears 
Are left for faltering hand and patient care; 
But for the darlings of decaying years, 
Leave them alone In all save love and prayer. 

All the Year Round. 

THEEE Is no sadness so unutterable as that which comes 
of the self-destruction of our youthful prophecies; of the 
change of exultation, as years go on, into slothfulness and 
depression. It is a terrible thing to look back, an outworn 
man, upon the past and be ashamed of your early inspira- 
tion; to see our bright-haired youth go by us like a phan- 
tom, and to hide our face and cry, "That is what I was 
what might I not have been ? " 

Stopford A. IBrooke. 


who can reign in monarchies ought to vote in re- 

pUbliCS " a. F. Train. 

TRUE to the promise of thy far-off youth, 
When all who loved thee, for thee prophesied 
A grand, full life, devoted to the truth, 
A noble cause by suffering sanctified. 
True to all beauties of the poet thought 
Which made thy youth so eloquent and sweet; 
True to all duties which thy manhood brought 
To take the room of fancies light and fleet. 
True to the steadfast walk and narrow way, 
Which thy forefathers of the covenant trod ! 
True -to thy friend in foul or sunny day, 
True to thy home, thy country and thy God ! 
True to the world, which still is false to thee, 
And true to all as thou art true to me. 

All the Year Round. 

WE cannot say to any young man : " Do not play billiards 
it is wrong to do so;" because we have no warrant to 
make such a statement. No one has. To affirm that to be 
wrong, which is not in itself wrong, which may be practised 
with the most perfect innocence, with the most warrantable 
enjoyment, is a dogmatism of the worst kind which can 
only breed that moral confusion in the minds of the young, 
which is a direct parent of vice. Whenever the moral 
vision is clouded and sees only in a maze, there is no secu- 
rity for right principle or consistent conduct. We do not 
venture to say this, therefore ; but we venture to say to 
every young man : "It is not good for you to indulge much 
in such an amusement. You can only do this at the expense 
of higher considerations. Many other amusements are bet- 
ter, more healthful in themselves, and more free from dan- 

gerous associations." 



How beautiful is youth! how bright It gleams 
With its illusions, aspirations, dreams! 
Book of beginning, story without end, 
Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend! 
Aladdin's Lamp, and Fortunatus' Purse 
That holds the treasures of the universe! 
All possibilities are in its hands, 
No danger daunts it, and no foe withstands; 
In its sublime audacity of faith, 
'Be thou removed! 5 it to the mountain saith, 
And with ambitious feet, secure and proud t 
Ascends the ladder leaning on the cloud. 


WHY are we so impatient of delay, 

Longing forever for the time to be? 
For this we live to-morrow in to-day, 

Yea, sad to-morrow we may never see. 

We are too hasty; are not reconciled 
To let kind nature do her work alone; 

We plant our seed, and like a foolish child 
We dig it up to see if it has grown. 

The good that is to be we covet now. 
We cannot wait for the appointed hour; 

Before the fruit is ripe we shake the bough, 
And seize the bud that folds away the flower. 

When midnight darkness reigns we do not see 
That the sad night is mother of the morn ; 

We cannot think our own sharp agony 
May be the birth pang of a joy unborn. 

Into the dust we see our idols cast, 

And cry that death hath triumphed, life is void! 

We do not trust the promise, that the last 
Of all our enemies shall be destroyed! 


With rest almost in sight the spirit faints, 
And heart and flesh grow weary at the last; 

Our feet would walk the city of the saints. 
Even before the silent gate is passed. 

Teach us to wait until Thou shalt appear 
To know that all Thy ways and times are just : 

Thou seest that we do believe, and fear, 
Lord, make us also to believe and trust! 

Phebe Gary. 

THE benefits of college training are five-fold: it gives a 
general survey of the broad fields of knowledge; it gives 
mental discipline; it excites, by rivalry, to exertion; it 
brings the student in contact with minds of the greatest 
culture and strength, representative minds, specialists, lead- 
ers, masters in every department of human thought; and it 
inspires a man to continued study. 

JT. H. Vincent, D.D. 

THERE are two little words in our language which I al- 
ways admired Tvy and Trust. You know not what you 
can or cannot effect until you try; and if you make your 
trials in the exercise of trust in God, mountains of imagin- 
ary difficulties will vanish as you approach them, and facili- 
ties will be afforded which you never anticipated. 

Samuel Smiles. 

IT is said that at the battle of Shiloh, an Indiana colonel, 
seeing his regiment was becoming confused and demoral- 
ized, and was firing at random, ordered his men to fall into 
line, put them through a regular drill, and thus restored 
their aim and steadiness in battle. And so must we do in 
the battle of life. When pressed upon and confused by the 
noise and tumult of the conflict, we must return again to 
the simplest duties, and steady our hearts by humblest trust 
and hope in God. 

George (7, Heckman, D.D. 


STRENGTHEN the basis of the school system before you 
increase the superstructure. Teach fewer things, but 
them so they will be absolutely known. Make the course 
of study more compact and manageable; postpone the ac- 
complishments; banish even science and drawing, and first 
give the child what will be essential for the practical busi- 
ness of life, and a basis for self-improvement 

Whitelaw Reid. 

" FROEBELISM," or the Kindergarten system of education, 
starts with the idea that in the school-room there is nothing 
so valuable as the child himself. The child is more than all 
the books than all the furniture. The child is the product 
of God, and there can be nothing better. It can see what 
the telescope and microscope never can see. We can only 
unfold the child's mind according to the laws of nature. 
We mar it if we attempt to push it. It is this fact that the 
present system of education overlooks. The " cramming " 
process is unscientific because it ignores the laws of devel- 

cTl JR Mttinger, D.D. 

THE great end of education is not information, but per- 
sonal vigor and character. What makes the practical man 
is not the well-informed man, but the alert, disciplined, self- 
commanded man. There have been highly trained and ac- 
complished men in days when a knowledge of geography 
hardly went beyond the islands and mainland of the Levant. 
There were powerful English writers long before Lindley 
Murray wrote his Latinized English grammar. What 
should be understood thoroughly is, that cramming is nob 
education. It is a mistake to cover too much ground, and 
to seek to make youth conversant simply with the largest 
number of studies. Let them learn a few things and learn 
them well. Let the personal influence of the teacher be 
relied upon rather than books and elaborated methods. 

Philadelphia Press. 


HEALTH is nerve, and nerve is man. The whole man- 
hood lies in the brain and nerve system. Besides that, there 
is nothing but animal; and whatever sucks it dry, "whatever 
fevers it and whatever tends to carry it beyond the point of 
sober health, makes trouble where there is no trouble ; and 
makes trouble more burdensome; and makes burdens heavier; 
and disqualifies men for bearing things that are real troubles. 


A COLLEGIATE education has this distinction and privilege: 
it is systematic education, education systematically contrived 
with a view to bring out and cultivate in the best manner 
all the faculties, neither neglecting any nor 'exaggerating 
any. Provided it does this effectively, it accomplishes so 
far a's it goes, the great purpose of a general and prepara- 
tory equipment. Here, then, is a sufficient answer to ^the 
shallow but popular objection that many things studied in 
colleges, have no direct bearing in after life. 

Theodore Woolsey. 

NEARLY one hundred years ago, there was a day of re- 
markable gloom and darkness, still known as the Dark Day 
a day when the light of the sun was slowly extinguished 
as if by an eclipse. The Legislature of Connecticut was in 
session, and as the members saw the unexpected and unac- 
countable darkness coming on, they shared in the general 
awe and terror. It was supposed by many that the last day, 
the day of judgment had come. Some one, in the conster- 
nation of the hour, moved an adjournment. Then there 
arose an old Puritan legislator, Davenport Stanford, who 
said that if the last day had come he desired to be found at 
his post of duty, and therefore moved that candles be 
.brought so that the House could proceed with its business. 
So, my son, when in the conflict of life the cloud and the 
darkness come, stand unflinchingly by your post; remain 
faithful to the discharge of your duty. 

Gen. Robert E. Lee. 


WOE to the nation that leaves the education of Its young 
to the professional teacher. 

Jfias Mary F. JSastman. 

A MASTERPIECE excites no sudden enthusiasm ; It must be 
studied much and long before it is fully comprehended; we 
must grow up to it, for It will not descend to us. Its influ- 
ence is less sudden, more lasting. Its emphasis grows with 
familiarity. We never become disenchanted; we are more 
and more awe-struck at Its Infinite wealth. We discover no 
trick, for there is none to discover. Homer, Shakespeare, 
Raphael, Beethoven, Mozart, never storm the judgment; 
but once fairly in possession, they retain It with increasing 

Lewes ( 6i Life of Goethe^}. 

THE best thoughts of the day ought to be in the daily 
papers. They are the educators of the age. They reach 
everybody. We do not want to make them religious, for 
then only religious people would read them. We want 
them to be, as they now are, mirrors of the times. But we 
want to try and get before them, and get them to reflect, 
that which is noblest, and not that which is basest, that 
which is purest and not that which is vilest. 

18. O. JSabd, D.D. 

SUNDAY papers are now like huge carts, going about 
through the streets of our cities during the week, gathering 
up all the moral garbage and filth th^y can find, whether 
from the city or country, to pour it out, garnished with all 
the pungency of low wit, and prurient fancy, and perverted 
genius, to the gaze of the young and the old. 

Pittsburgh Catholic. 

CHEAP books are a necessity, and a necessity which need 
bring, moreover, no loss to either authors or publishers. 

Michel Levy. 


A MAisr cannot choose his own life. He cannot say : " I 
will take existence lightly, and keep out of the way of the 
wretched, mistaken, energetic creatures who fight so hearti- 
ly in the great battle." He cannot say : " I will stop in the 
tents while the strife is fought, and laugh at the fools who 
are trampled down in the useless struggle." He cannot do 
this. He can only do, humbly and fearfully, that which the 
Maker who created him has appointed for him to do. If he 
has a battle to fight, let Mm fight it faithfully. But woe 
betide him if he skulks when his name is called in the 
mighty muster-roll! woe betide him if he hides in the tents 
when the tocsin summons him to the scene of war! 

Miss M. E. Braddon. 

THE power to converse well is a very great charm. You 
think anybody can talk *? How mistaken you are. Any- 
body can chatter. Anybody can exchange idle gossip. 
Anybody can recapitulate the troubles of the kitchen, the 
cost of the last new dress, and the probable doings of the 
neighbors. But to talk wisely, instructively, freshly and 
delightfully, is an immense acomplishment. It implies ex- 
ertion, observation, study of books and people, and recep- 
tivity of impression. 


THE book-canvasser is a missionary of culture; Ms pro- 
spectus is more honorable than the sword. 

J. D. O'Connor. 

THE fierce confederate storm 
Of sorrow barricadoed evermore 
Within the walls of cities. 


CHRIST should be the diamond in the bosom of every 

Thomas H. Skinner, D.D. 


EVERY calling is constantly making a silent, invisible 
draft on the talent and energy of the country, which is 
strong or weak in proportion to the attractiveness of the 
prizes which it offers, and men make tip their minds whether 
to enter it or not at an age while choice is still free, and 
when ambition and hope are still free. They do not, how- 
ever, publish their reasons for going into any particular 
calling or put them on record anywhere; but everybody 
who knows young men knows what they are. Men begin- 
ning life do not ask for certainties, but they do ask for a 
fair chance of pecuniary ease and social consideration if the 
prospect of wealth be wanting ; and year by year and gen- 
eration to generation the ability of the community turns 
away from professions in which this chance is small. 

The Nation. 

REMORSE may disturb the slumbers of a man who is 
dabbling with his first experiences of wrong; and when the 
pleasure has been tasted and is gone, and nothing is left of 
the crime but the ruin which it has wrought, then too the 
furies take their seats upon the midnight pillow. But the 
meridian of evil is, for the most part, left unvexed; and 
when a man has chosen his road, he is left alone to follow it 
to the end. 


HEARTS more or less, I suppose we have, but we keep 
them so close-cased and padlocked we wear an outside so 
hard or 'dry that little or none of the love that may be 
within escapes to gladden those around us. And so life 
passes without any of the sweetening to society that comes 
when affection is not only felt but expressed. And we are 
poorer, for love unexpressed brings no reward. The prin- 
ciple of the parable of the buried talent underlies this 



LOOKING over the world on a broad scale, do we not find 
that public entertainments have very generally been the 
sops thrown out by the engrossing upper classes to keep the 
lower classes from inquiring too particularly Into their 
rights, and to make them satisfied with a stone, when it was 
not quite convenient to give them bread ? Wherever there 
is a class that is to be made content to be plundered of its 
rights, there is an abundance of fiddling and dancing; and 
amusements, public and private, are in great requisition. 
It may also be set down, I think, as a general axiom, that 
people feel the need of amusements less and less, precisely 
in proportion as they have solid reasons for being happy. 

Harriet Beecher Stowe. 


THAT a man stand and speak of spiritual things to men! 
It is beautiful; even in its great obscuration and decadence, 
it is among the beautifullest, most touching objects one sees 
on the earth. This speaking man has indeed, in these 
times, wandered terribly from the point; has, alas, as it 
were, totally lost sight of the point! yet, at bottom, whom 
have we to compare with him? I wish he could find the 
point again, this speaking one, and stick to it with tenacity, 
with deadly energy, for there is need of him yet! 


preaching has become, alas ! too often, a mere 
professional solemnity on the one hand, and a respectful 
non-attention on the other. 

JRev. Dr. Hamilton* 


IT Is the province of the preachers of Christianity to de~ 

velope the connection betweea this world and the next; to 
watch over the beginnings of a course which will endure 
forever, and to trace the broad shadows cast from imperish- 
able realities on the shifting scenery of earth. 

A r . Y. Herald 

"WITHOUT treasures of thought, without solid convictions, 
without a feeling of strength, with nothing but feverish 
haste and that poorest of gifts, the gift of words flattering 
and belittling borrowed thoughts, some leap into the pulpit, 
as if it were heroic rather than foolhardy to take responsi- 
bilities to which they were not equal, as if a call consisted 
of bold desire. 

Ex-President Woolsey. 

THE sermon is now the true poppy of literature. 

David $wing. 

AFFECTATION is bad enough anywhere; in the pulpit it is 

Edinburgh JRevi&to. 

IF it has pleased God to save men by " the foolishness of 
preaching, J7 it has not been by choosing fools to be preachers. 

Gail Hamilton* 

OH, it were a nobler triumph of the modern pulpit to see 
men of strong principles and self-controlling wisdom gath- 
ering round them the most boisterous elements of our social 
atmosphere, conducting the lightnings with which its dark- 
est thunder- clouds are charged, and showing to the nation 
they have saved that the preaching of the cross is still the 
power of God. 


sermons is official, pedantic, heartless. In 
speaking without notes there is earnestness, reality, power, 

Parker's "Ad Clerum." 


AND as a bird each fond endearment tries 
To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, 
He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, 
Allured to brighter worlds^ and led the way. 


PREACHING to the conscience appeals to the reason with- 
out falling into rationalism; to the fears without producing 
terrorism; to the feelings without falling into sentimental- 
ism; and arouses the intellect without leading to scholasti- 
cism. Man's conscience when rightly touched is always on 
the side of truth, 

Princeton Review. 

HARM is done by everything which tends to vulgarize re- 
ligion. Religion is the highest and most solemn concern of 
man. Anything like an adequate conception of God will 
inspire a religious assembly and a preacher with profound 
awe. Everything that savors of levity or flippancy in con- 
nection with this subject, ought to excite the deepest repug- 

" Tis pitiful 
To court a grin when you should woo a smile." 

The intrusion of low wit into the teaching of religion is 
unspeakably disgusting to a reverent mind. Namby- 
pamby songs may not be offensive in the same degree, but 
they are offensive. Whatever tends to abase the majesty 
of religion, and invest the word of God and the truths of the 
Gospel with mean and vulgar associations, is not only re- 
volting in itself but is baneful in its influence. How plain 
and simple are the teachings of Christ! A child can under- 
stand Him. Yet the New Testament is in the highest style 
of thought. There is nothing low, nothing grotesque. 
What a divine seriousness and beauty belong to the beati- 
tudes, to the precepts of the Sermon on the Mount, to the 
parables of our Lord! 


SEND your audience away with a desire for, and an im- 
pulse towards, spiritual improvement, or your preaching will 
be a failure. Preach to the conscience. 

G outturn. 

IF a minister can convince the people in the first five 
minutes that he only aims to save their souls, he will kill all 
the critics in the house. 


CHARACTER m a preacher is the very force in the bow 
that launches the arrow. It is the latent heat behind the 
words that gives them direction and projectile force. 

2. M. Humphrey, D.D. 

THE great reason why we have so little good preaching is 
that we have so little piety. To be eloquent one must be 
earnest; he must not only act as if he were in earnest, or 
try to be in earnest he must be in earnest, or he cannot be 

/. W* Alexander, &.J). 

word spoken in the pulpit when faith is strong and 
the heart is at peace with God, is worth a thousand words 
spoken in unbelief and sin. 


OH, if every one could put his arms round one other one, 
and save him from perdition, it would be worth a lifetime of 
exertion. If you can lie down upon the bed of death, and 
ask, of what avail has been my living? and only one re- 
deemed by your agency, only one shall stand before you, 
only one upon whom you can fix your dying eyes, and feel, 
God has ^iven me that as a seal to my ministry, oh it were 
enough ! It were enough, for the redemption of one human 
soul when we consider what man is worth all God's ma- 
terial universe, is worth a lifetime of toil and self-denial to 

John B. Gough. 


PREACHING may be compared to lightning, of which it is 
said there are three kinds the flash, the zig-zag and the 
slant. The flash looks brilliant, lights up the sky, and peo- 
ple gaze at it with wonder. The zig-zag is here, and there, 
and everywhere, darting from cloud to cloud without any 
apparent object or effect. But the slant sends the bolt 
right down to the earth, and rives the gnarled oak, and is 
mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds. 

Enoch Pond, D.D. 

SPEAK the truth; let it fall upon the hearts of men with 
all the imparted energy by which the spirit gives it power; 
but speak the truth in love. 

Jtev. William Morley Puns/ion. 

PACK your sermons. Let your introduction be a rifle- 
shot at the theme. Jump -at once in medias res and say 
your best things first, and be sure to stop when you get 

Wm. M. Paxton, D.Z>. 

IT is a common saying that religion has nothing to do 
with politics, and particularly there is a strong feeling cur- 
rent against all interference with politics by the ministers 
of religion* But to say that religion has nothing to do with 
politics, is to assert that which is simply false. It were as 
wise to say that the atmosphere has "nothing to do with the 
principles of architecture. Religion is the vital air of every 
question. Directly, it determines nothing indirectly, it 
conditions every problem that can arise. 

F. W. Robertson. 

WHEREVER God erects a house of prayer, 
The devil always builds a chapel there; 
And 'twill be found, upon examination, 
The latter has the largest congregation. 



A MAK may cry church ! church ! at every word, 
With no more piety than other people; 

A daw's not reckoned a religious bird 

Because It kenps a-cawing from the steeple. 


THE pulpit plagiarist ruins his style. He is one man 
one week, another man the next He Is South the first Sun- 
day of the month, Barrow the second ; the third, he roars 
with Spurgeon; the fourth, he adopts the conversational 
method of Newman Hall ; he opens the nest month with 
Robertson, then assumes the glitter and elaborate style of 
Bascomb, then attempts the description of Simpson, and clo- 
ses with Beecher or Talmage. What personal style can he de- 
velop? What custom is he fitting to himself? None. He 
is a being of slabs, each from a separate quarry, and as di- 
verse as porphyry and gray free-stone. Sometimes hie 
puts all these into one sermon. 

Itev. J". M. Buckley. 

I AM sick of opinions. I weary to hear them. My 
soul loathes this frothy food. Give me solid and substantial 
religion. Give me an humble, gentle lover of God and 
man; a man full of mercy and good fruits, " without partiality 
and without hypocrisy;" a man laying himself out In the 
work of faith, the patience of hope, and the labor of love. 
Let my soul be with these Christians, wheresoever they are 
and whatsoever opinion they are of. 

John "Wesl&y. 

CHRIST fits his ministers, through manifold experience of 
sorrow and pain, for the highest service. He writes their 
best sermons for them on their own hearts by the sharp 
stylus of trial. Such as he would make most eminent in 
his service, he takes farthest with him into Gethsemane. 

W.M. Taylor, D.D. 


THERE is an endless merit in a man's knowing when to 
have done. The stupidest man, if he will be brief in pro- 
portion, may fairly claim some hearing from us; he, too, the 
stupidest man, has seen something, heard something which 
is his own, distinctly peculiar, never seen or heard by any 
man in this world before; let him tell us that he, brief in- 

proportion, shall be welcome. 


ASK you where the place of religious might is? Not the 
place of religious privileges not where prayers are daily, 
and sacraments monthly not where sermons are so abund- 
ant as to pall upon the pampered taste, but on the hillside 
with the Covenanter; in the wilderness with John the Bap- 
tist; in our own dependencies, where the liturgy is rarely 
heard and Christian friends meet at the end of months;, 
there, amid manifold disadvantages, when the soul is thrown 
upon itself, a few kindred spirits and God, grow up those 
heroes of faith, like the centurion, whose firm conviction 
wins admiration even from the Son of God himself. 

F. W. Robertson. 

WE want originality and authority in our preaching, and 
we can only get them by being deeply imbued with the- 
Scriptures. "We must master their structure and meaning 
and must drink deep of their inspiration. And to be effect- 
ive in this age of the world, when mind is so active and 
men's taste is so cultivated, our pulpit style must have the 
three great properties of plainness, beauty and force. 


THE preservation of the ministry in the face and in the 
midst of many trials, difficulties and discouragements, in the- 
midst of want, perplexity, hardship and sorrow, is one of 
the most convincing proofs of the divinity of the Christian* 

Cyrus Dickson) D.J). 


IT is a fitting opportunity to advert to the fact that a re- 
vival of religion has at length come to express but one sin- 
gle idea. The only idea that phrase suggests to most minds, 
is the idea of increase of numbers. There are important 
consequences distinctly traceable to this error. It has 
created in many minds a sort of mania for mere acquisition 
of numbers; it has created an artificial standard of judg- 
ment as to the value or efficiency of ministerial work, and 
has produced a new class of men whose specialty is to 
tramp over the country for the exclusive object of getting 
up revivals. But the revivalist mania has about ran its- 
course, as it has ceased to be sensational. The moral power 
and efficiency of the church is not always increased, but is 
often diminished by the accession of mere numbers. There 
is far greater need for a revival in quality, than for one of 
mere quantity. 

Southwestern Presbyterian , 

A GENUINE revival means a trimming of personal lamps. 

Theo. L. Cuyler. 

of language must give way before simplicity 
in preaching sound doctrine. 


IT is the property of the religious spirit to be the most re- 
fining of all influences. JSTo external advantages, no cul- 
ture of the taste, no habit of command, no association with 
the elegant, or even depth of affection, can bestow that del- 
icacy and that grandeur of bearing which belong only to 
the mind accustomed to celestial conversation. All else is 
but gilt and cosmetics beside this, as expressed in every 
look and gesture. 


IF you ever saw a crow with a king-bird after him, you 
will get an image of a dull speaker and a lively listener. 


TUE listener is the natural enemy of the speaker. 

August Prdault. 

IT is our hearers who inspire us. 


A MAN'S call to the ministry consists in his ability to 
preach the Gospel and the willingness of the people to hear 


Stephen H. Tyng, JD.2). 

IT is a great deal better to live a holy life than to talk 
about it. We are told to let our light shine, and if it does 
we won't need to tell anybody it does. The light will be 
its own witness. Light-houses don't ring bells and fire 
cannon to call attention to their shining they just shine. 

D. I/. Moody. 

THE Sabbath-school is the church among the children, 
coming into closest contact with them, teaching them the 
Gospel and leading them to a personal knowledge of the 
Saviour. It is an adjunct of the church and family not a 
substitute for either. 


Go to work! Nothing is more salutary to the human 
soul than the direct work of saving men. Whatever your 
theory may be of this or that doctrine, there is man dying 
in his need, and there is a power which you may apply for 
his transformation. Therefore go to work upon men and 
with men. There is restorative influence in that work. I 
know that whatever doubts I may have, once let my heart 
and hand join together in working with men for their salva- 
tion, and my doubts disappear. The sweetest thought I 
ever had of God came to me in the act of laboring for rny 
fellow-men. The most glorious views I ever had of man's 
interior life and of essential divine truths were ministered 
to me when I was working for the salvation of others. 



WEARY human nature lays its head on the bosom of the 
divine Word, or it has nowhere to lay its head. Tremblers 
on the verge of the dark and terrible valley which parts 
the land of the living from the untried hereafter, take this 
hand of human tenderness, yet of godlike strength, or they 
totter into the gloom without stop or stay. They who look 
their last look upon the beloved dead, listen to this voice of 
soothing and peaee> or else death is no uplifting of ever- 
lasting doors, and no enfolding in everlasting arms, but an 
ending as appalling to the reason as to the senses the 
usher to a charnel-house whose highest faculties and no- 
blest feelings lie crushed with the animal wreck, and an in- 
finite tragedy, maddening and sickening a blackness of 
darkness forever. 

Heply to JSssai/s and Itevieics. 

I WOULD not for ten thousand worlds be that man^ who, 
when God shall ask him at last how he has employed most 
of his time while he continued a minister of His Church 
and had the care of souls, shall be obliged to reply: " Lord, 
I have restored many corrupted passages in the classics, 
and illustrated many which were before obscure; I have 
cleared up many intricacies in chronology or geography; 
I have solved many perplexed cases in algebra; I have re- 
fined on astronomical calculations, and left behind me many 
sheets on these curious and difficult subjects; and these are 
the employments in which my life has been worn out, while 
preparations for the pulpit and ministrations in it did not 
demand my more immediate attention." Oh, sirs ! as for 
the waters that are drawn from these springs, how sweetly 
soever they may taste to the curious mind that thirsts after 
them, or to an ambitious mind that thirsts for the applause 
they sometimes procure, I fear there is too often reason to 
pour them out before the Lord, with rivers of penitential 
tears, as the blood of souls which have bee \ forgotten, 
whilst these trifles have been remembered and pursued. 



As tilings stand at present, our creeds and confessions 
have become effete, and the Bible a dead letter; and that 
orthodoxy, which was at one time the glory, by withering 
into the Inert and lifeless, is now the shame and the reproach 

o all our churches. 


EVEHTS, with trumpet-call, summon us to our post, with 
every faculty awake, and every energy engaged. Amidst 
the din of business, of politics, of science, and of fashion; 
amidst the jests of laughers, the eloquence of orators, and 
the clamor of parties, the voice of the preacher will not be 
heard unless he speak loudly, nor listened to unless he speak 
earnestly; we shall gain no heed for our religion unless w6 
put forth all our strength; it will be pushed aside, overborne, 
trampled down in the jostling crowd, if we do not put forth 
our mightiest energies to bear it up, and to make way for it 
through the strife and the theory of abounding secularities. 

J. A. James. 

LUTHER rebelled against the Pope in behalf of the min- 
istry; Wesley rebelled against the ministry in behalf of the 
laity. The Pauline Church made every saint a worker. 
This was soon, perverted and corrupted by Rome, and though 
Luther and Wesley have done much, we are not out of the 
clutches of Rome yet Woman should have her voice in 
the church. All forces should be utilized, and every one 
should have a right to serve God, as the grace of G-od has 

made him able. 

W. H* H. Murray. 

THE men and women who deride the enthusiasm of a 
Christian heart, and kifect to be cold and cynical as regards 
the rescue of a soul from death, are often the very ones 
who beggar the language in their raptures over some work 
of art, perhaps a " consummate " teacup or " precious " pic- 


Sunday School Times. 


To return thanks for the operation of the Spirit of God ia 
the conversion of sinners, is the most delightful part of a 
minister's duty. 

Christmas JSvans. 

WHAT is ministerial success? Crowded churches, full 
aisles, attentive congregations, the approval of the religious 
world, much Impression produced ? Elijah thought so; ancl 
when he found out his mistake, and discovered that the ap- 
plause on Carmel subsided Into hideous stillness, his heart 
wellnigh broke with disappointment. Ministerial success 
lies in altered lives and obedient, humble hearts; unseen 
work recognized in the judgment day. 

F. W. Robertson. 

SOME people, judging from their reluctance to give a 
word of encouragement to their minister, seem to think it 
is better for him to die of depression than to run the risk 
of being inflated by a compliment. 

James M. Crowell^ D.D. 

AH ! languid hand, safe in some scented glove, 

Drop that bright prayer-book; catch at rock and thorn; 

Give alms of bread give truer alms of love 
To other hands whose stains and scars you scorn ! 

Mrs. 8. M. J3. PiatL 

THE increasing exactions of the church and the world 
cipon ministers, make it necessary that they should be espe- 
cially honored and supported. In culture, In piety, in earn- 
est, self-sacrificing work, as reformers, as teachers, as leaders 
of society, they are now more than ever required to be in the 
front. But they are often crippled if not paralyzed by un- 
just depreciation and by inadequate support. The church 
has never done its full duty to its clergy. It must learn to 
do so, or else be satisfied with a weak and inefficient 


\ JRev. JLawrence M. Colfelt. 


I HAVE sought to counsel you in your perplexities, to 
comfort you In your troubles, to soothe you in your sick- 
nesses, and strengthen you amid your infirmities. I have 
knelt beside your beds of pain, commending you to the God 
of all comfort; and have read to you from His blessed Book 
the words that brought you strength and help. When your 
precious ones were leaving you, I have tried to help them 
as they went down into the dark valley; said the last words 
over their cold forms, and in the after desolation in your 
darkened chambers, seated beside you in the loneliness of 
your empty homes, have sought to assuage your sorrow with 
the comfort wherewith I myself, in like trouble, was com- 
forted of God. 

Thomas JR. Markham^ D.D. 

OUT of the pulpit I would be the same man I was in it, 
seeing and feeling the realities of the unseen; and in the 
pulpit I would be the same man I was out of it, taking facts 
as they are, and dealing with things as they show them- 
selves in the world. 

George McDonald. 

WE know our place and our portion; to give a witness 
and to be condemned; to be ill-used and to succeed. Such 
is the law which God has annexed to the promulgation of 
the truth; its preachers suffer, but its cause prevails. 

Cardinal Newman. 

AFTER all, it is the utterance of personal conviction that 
serious men want. The shortest way of coming at men's 
hearts, and sometimes the shortest way of coming at men's 
heads, is to tell what you, personally willing to take the 
leap into the unseen, are depending upon. 

Joseph Cook. 

CLERGYMEK while speaking in the pulpit have their own 
thoughts about certain toilets and faces down in the pews, 
and along with their arguments, that might seem to prove 


the existence of heaven or hell, they cannot avoid the re- 
flection that Mrs. Oleander has gotten a new shawl, or 
Miss Columbine has returned from Europe or Long Branch; 
but the rules of public address demand that from this mul- 
tiplicity of ideas in the brain, a judicious selection should 
be made by the speaker, and that in his assumed discourse 
on some theological theme he must suppress Ms views about 
Mrs. Oleander and Miss Columbine. 



there is who has silently advanced through time from 
the beginning. Bloody ages brilliantly splendid epochs 
are merely dissimilar chambers, through which he has 
advanced, silently, calmly, becoming more and more dis- 
tinct through the twilight veil, until he has reached the pe- 
riod on the threshold of which he now stands contemplated 
by many with rapture, by many with fear. And if it is 
asked where is this form before whom thrones totter, crowns 
fall off, and earthly purples grow pale, the reply is Man, 
man in his original Truth- man formed in the image of God. 

Frederika JBwmer. 

WHAT science calls the uniformity of nature, faith accepts 
as the fidelity of God. It is a wonderful sermon that 
science is all the while preaching to us from this text, " God 
is faithful." Let us lay to heart the lesson, and be thankful 
for the teaching that has brought it home to us with such 
power and impressiveness. 



LET there be no more, accursed races on the earth. Let 
every one aet according to his conscience, and communicate 
freely with his God. Let thought be only corrected by the 
contradiction of thought. Let error be an infirmity, and 
not a crime. Let us agree in acknowledging that opinions 
sometimes take possession of our understanding quite inde- 
pendent of our will or desire. Let us be so just as to be 
enabled to see even to what degree each race has contribu- 
ted to the universal education of humanity. 


INSTINCT is a propensity prior to experience and inde- 
pendent of instruction. 


GOB, who keeps his word with the birds and fishes in 
their migratory instinct, will keep his word with man. 

PHILOSOPHY has sometimes forgotten God, as a great 
people never did. The scepticism of the last century could 
not uproot Christianity, because it lived in the hearts of the 
mi' lions. Do you think that infidelity is sj reading? Christiani- 
ty never lived in the hearts of so many millions as at this mo- 
ment. The forms under which it is professed may decay, 
for they, like all that is the work of man's hands, are sub- 
ject to the changes and chances of mortal being; but the 
spirit of truth is incorruptible; it may be developed, illus- 
trated and applied; it can never die; it never can decline. 
No truth can perish no truth can pass away. The flame is 
undying, though generations disappear. Wherever moral 
truth has started into being, humanity claims and guards 
the bequest. Each generation gathers together the imper- 
ishable children of the past, and increases them by the new 
sons of the light, alike radiant and immortal. 



IK the whole realm of nature there is never found an un- 
answerable instinct. The insect knows where to deposit 
its eggs so that its offspring, alone and unguided by paren- 
tal touch, may find its necessary food. The bee and the 
bird work by rules that never change or fail. If, in these 
minor forms of life, no calculation is disappointed, no pur- 
posed end unaccomplished, how much more shall this uni- 
versal human longing after immortality be answered In the 
final day? 

Alexander Clark^ D*D* 

No candid observer will deny that whatever of good there 
may be in our American civilization is the product of Chris- 
tianity. Still less, can he deny that the grand motives which 
are working for the elevation and purification of our society 
are strictly Christian. The immense energies of the Chris- 
tian Church, stimulated by a love that shrinks from no ob- 
stacle, are all bent toward this great aim of universal purifi- 
cation. These millions of sermons and exhortations, which 
are a constant power for good, these countless prayers and 
songs of praise, on which the heavy- laden lift their hearts 
above the temptations and sorrows of the world, are all the 
product of faith in Jesus Christ. That which gives us pro- 
tection by day and by night the dwellings we live in, the 
clothes we wear, the institutions of social order all these are 
the direct offspring of Christianity. All that distinguishes 
us from the Pagan world all that makes us what we are, 
and all that stimulates us in the task of making ourselves 
better than we are is Christian. A belief in Jesus Christ 
is the very fountain-head of everything that is desirable 
and praiseworthy in our civilization, and this civilization is 
the flower of time. Humanity has reached its noblest thrift, 
its grandest altitudes of excellence, its high-water mark 
through the influence of this faith. 

Springfield Republican. 

FBEE-LOYB is the tidal wave of hell. 

John, Chambers, D.D. 


CHBIST was many ages in advance of the world, and in 
the effort to catch tip with such a leader, the world is busy - 
to-day, and will be busy for generations to come* Long is 
the distance to be passed over by mankind; but the result is 
worthy the long march. Each century will die a little 
nearer the feet of the Lord. 

Dmid Swing. 

THE theological speculatists of Great Britain constitute a 
class of minds who have gone just far enough into German 
speculation to be dazzled by it, and not far enough to mas- 
ter it 


LOVE would put a new face on this dreary old world in 
which we dwell as pagans and enemies too long; and it 
would warm the heart to see how fast the vain diplomacy 
of statesmen, the impotence of armies and navies and lines 
of defense, would be superseded by this unarmed child. 


groans arise from dying .men, which we hear not. 
Many cries are uttered by widows and fatherless children, 
which reach not our ears; many cheeks are wet with tears, 
and faces sad with unutterable grief, which we see not. 
Cruel tyranny is encouraged. The hands of robbers are 
strengthened, and thousands are kept in helpless slavery, 
who never injured us. 

J~ohn Woodman. 

LIBERTY! Equality! Fraternity! There is nothing to add, 
nothing to retrench. They are the three steps of the su- 
preme ladder. Liberty is right; equality is fact; fraternity 
is duty. All the man is there. 

Victor Hugo. 

LAW is the embodiment of the moral sentiment of the 



THE sober second thought of the people is seldom wrong. 

President Van JBuren. 

I HAVE seen the sea lashed Into fury and tossed into 
spray, and its grandeur moves the sou! of the dullest man, 
but I remember that it is not the billows, but the calm level 
of the sea, from which all heights and depths are measured. 
When the storm has passed and the hour of calm settles on 
the ocean, when the sunlight bathes its smooth surface, then 
the astronomer and surveyor take the level from which to 
measure all terrestrial heights and depths. Gentlemen of 
the convention, your present temper may not mark the 
healthful pulse of our people when our enthusiasm has 
passed. When the emotions of this hour have subsided we 
shall find that calm level of public opinion below the storm, 
from which the thoughts of a mighty people are to be meas- 
ured, and by which their final action will be determined. 
Not here in this brilliant circle, where fifteen thousand men 
and women are assembled, is the destiny of the Republican 
party to be declared. Not here, where I see the faces of 
seven hundred and fifty-six delegates waiting to cast their 
votes in the urn and determine the choice of the republic, but 
by four million Republican firesides, where the thoughtful 
voters, with wives and children about them, with the calm 
thoughts inspired by the love of home and country, with the 
history of the past, the hopes of the future and a knowledge 
of the great men who have adorned and blessed our nation in 
days gone by, there Grod prepares the verdict that shall de- 
termine the wisdom of our work to-night. Not in Chicago, 
in the heats of June, but in the sober quiet that comes to 
them between now and November; in the silence of delib- 
erate judgment will the great question be settled. 

James A. Garfield. 

WE live in this world only for the favorable opinions of 
the good and noble. How crushing it must be to occupy 
with them a position of ambiguous respect ! 

Col. E. K. Kane. 


THE plea of emotional insanity or transitory mania, or what- 
ever name may be given to the excuse, has become almost 
ridiculous. Our experiences in respect to this subject have 
led us to regard the present aspect which the insanity plea 
has assumed as repulsive to justice, and fatal to society. 
When it is not even pretended that a criminal is the unfor- 
tunate victim of congenital or hereditary insanity, yet he 
pleads moral irresponsibility simply because of bad habits, 
or u criminal proclivities," there are no grounds, in law or 
justice, shown for his immunity from punishment. Society, 
law, justice and common sense have been too often out- 
raged by the imbecile sentimentality which has recognized 
" paroxysmal insanity. " 

Judge Hoffman^ 1881. 

PUBLIC opinion is the collective judgment of men upon 
any given event or action. It is the great unwritten law of 
society, a law which both advertises and enforces itself. It 
has never been codified, never been printed in type, never 
been filed for safe keeping in the archives of the state or 
nation, yet it is recognized and felt as a judicial force in so- 
ciety. It is the unwritten, common law of humanity, per- 
petuated by tradition, by memory, by the moral sense of 
each generation. It holds no court, yet its sitting is con- 
stant. Its court-room is the parlor, the study, the office, 
the street, the public assembly; wherever men and women 
meet to discuss and to converse. It has no official exis- 
tence, yet it is stronger than all your judges, stronger than 
your police, stronger than your rulers, stronger than your 
journals, which are controlled by, while they create and in- 
terpret it. 

JRev. W. H. Jff. Murray. 

" lives apart but not alone; 
He walks arnid his peers unread; 
The best of thoughts that he hath known, 
For lack of listeners are never said. 

Jean Ingelow. 


PUBLIC opinion employs no officers, yet it follows and 
captures men with unfailing certainty. It builds no pris- 
ons, it has need of none, for It makes the world a jail, and 
every man a detective, to watch and restrain the suspected 
person. Its sentence is final, except when reversed by new 
light and new proof. Public opinion is, therefore, when 
analyzed, the unwritten, common law of the soul ; the daily, 
unnoted exercise of the judicial element in human nature, 
which makes every man a judge. And It Is right that 
should judge. Society must discriminate between the evil 
and the good ; the line of moral rectitude must be kept 
white; a judicial standard must be acknowledged. When 
moral discriminations shall no longer be made, moral secu- 
rity will no longer be possible. 

Jtev. W. H. H. Murray. 

THE only way to clear the track of life is to leave no en- 
emy behind, nothing half apprehended, or half done. We 
Americans pride ourselves on our genius, on the fruitful- 
ness of our inventions, on the speed with which we travel 
and send our thoughts. We tunnel mountains; cover the 
States with a net- work of iron rails; fly streamers on. mast- 
heads over all the lakes and rivers; stretch cables under- 
neath the seas; talk with men miles away; turn out profes- 
sionals at a fearful rate; seem to accomplish, do accomplish, 
an infinite variety of large results In strangely short Inter- 
vals of time. But, after all, what we need especially to 
learn, is the gospel of thoroughness. 

v. Dr. TwitchelL 

No man ever sailed over exactly the same route that an- 
other sailed over before him. Every man who starts on the 
ocean of life arches his sails to an untried breeze. Like 
Coleridge's mariner, " he is the first that ever burst into 
that lonely sea." 

William Mathers. 


PRECISELY because the tyranny of opinion Is such as to 
make eccentricity a reproach, it is desirable in order to 
break through that tyranny, that people should be eccen- 
tric. Eccentricity has always abounded when and where 
strength of character has abounded ; and the amount of 
eccentricity in a society has always been proportioned to 
the amount of genius, mental vigor and moral courage 
which it contained. That so few men now dare to be eccen- 
tric, marks the chief danger of the time. 

John Stuart Mill. 

IT should be remembered that every loathsome Inmate of 
penitentiaries and state prisons was once a gentle, inoffen- 
sive and prattling child; and that every criminal who has 
u expiated his crimes upon the gallows," was once pressed 
to a mother's heart. Bad moral training and example trans- 
form endearing offspring into hardened men, who often, 
despite their brilliant talent, shock the world by the black- 
ness of their guilt and the audacity of their crimes. 

Enoch Wines, D.D. 

BAYARD TAYLOR and the school he represents, hold that 
a too much stress has been laid by reformers on the moral 
sense, and that what men now most need is cultured intellect 
and strong self-discipline and self-control. 5 ' This is the 
apotheosis of culture. A favorite maxim with this class of 
thinkers is, that " the human intellect contains within itself 
the germs of goodness which will generally increase with 
its intellectual growth." But this is contrary to all the 
facts of history and experience, and can find no footing in 
the divine word; for while Hellenism, the very flower of 
human culture, was conscienceless, Hebraism and Chris- 
tianity taught the supremacy of conscience, and by appeal- 
ing to and educating man's moral nature, have done more 
to elevate the world than all the acuteness of Greece, the 
power of Rome, or the polish of modern Europe. 


Si NT runs to passion: passion to tumult in character: 
a tumultuous character tends to tempests and explosions, 
which scorn secrecies and disguises. Then the whole 
comes to light. He sees himself, and others see him, as lie 
Is in God's sight. Those solemn Imperatives and their aw- 
ful responses: Thou shalt not" "I will;" "Thou shall" 
" I will not " make up, then, all that the man knows of 
intercourse with God. This is sin, in the ultimate and fin- 
ished type of it. This Is what it grows to in every sinner, 
if unchecked by the grace of God. Every man unre- 
deemed becomes a demon in eternity. 

Austin Phelps^D.D. 

COME, Howard, from the gloom of the prison and the 
taint of the lazar-house, and show us what philanthropy can 
do when imbued with the spirit of Jesus; come, Eliot, from 
the thick forest where the red man listens to the Word of 
Life; come, Penn, from thy sweet counsel and weaponless 
victory, and show us what Christian zeal and Christian love 
can accomplish with the rudest barbarians and the fiercest 
hearts. Come, Raikes, from thy labors with the ignorant 
and the poor, and show us with what an eye this faith re- 
gards the lowest and least of our race; and how diligently 
it labors not for the body, not for the rank, but for the 
plastic soul that Is to course the ages of immortality. And 
ye, who are a great number, ye nameless ones, who have done 
good in your narrow spheres, content to forego renown on 
earth, and seeking your reward in the record on high come 
and tell us how kindly a spirit, how lofty a purpose, or how 
strong a courage the religion ye professed can breathe Into 
the poor, the humble, and the weak. Go forth, then, Spirit 
of Christianity, to thy great work of Rqform ! The past 
bears witness to thee in the blood of thy martyrs, and the 
ashes of thy saints and heroes; the present is hopeful be- 
cause of thee ; the future shall acknowledge thy omnipo- 



LOTE thyself last; cherish thou hearts that hate thee; 

Corruption wins not more than honesty; 

Still In thy right hand carry gentle peace, 

To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; 

Let all the ends thou aimest at be thy Country's, 

Thy God's and Truth's; then, if thou fallest, Cromwell! 

Thou fallest a blessed martyr. 


ALL the rich treasures of the past are appropriated by 
Christianity the moral culture of the Hebrew, the poetry 
and philosophy of Greece, the jurisprudence of Rome. All 
these, in so far as they are pure and good, are absorbed by 
Christianity, and ennobled and baptized by the Christian 
spirit. In Christian Europe, poetry, philosophy, science, 
flourish as they never flourished in any preceding age; 
and they lay their richest tribute at the feet of Christ, 
the Divine king of the world. 

Prof. Cocker. 

WHAT! rest, ease here, in the ministry, or in Christian 
work? There is no rest here. Now is the time for battle, 
for work! Heaven will be our rest. Now is the time for 
steady, prayerful, unflinching work. 




THE proposed religious amendment to the Constitution 
of the United States is unnecessary, Impracticable and un- 
desirable. Christian law is the corner-stone of the govern- 


ment. ^ In Its recognition of the Sabbath and Its requirement 
of an oath, God and the supremacy of Christ are indirectly 
and Inferentially recognized and honored by the Constitu- 
tion as It is; so that Christianity in its various connections 
permeates the entire structure of the government, and is Its 
underlying and Informing spirit. Chaplains are appointed, 
fasts and thanksgivings are recommended, and one of the 
most beautiful features of the government Is the quiet) un- 
ostentatious working through it of Christian Ideas. 

F. A. Noble, D.D. 

BURIST and destroy the idols of party you have wor- 
shiped; banish politics from the municipality and county, 
limiting it to questions affecting principles in the State and 
Nation; place competency and Integrity at every part of 
the public service; adorn your courts with judges worthiest 
to wield the attributes of God; elect representatives that 
will reflect the majority of a free people; send to the sen- 
ate statesmen whom history will Immortalize and nations 
make their models. Americans! the countless generations 
who will dwell within the confines of this continent from 
now to eternity confide their liberties to you. Uphold 
them, I implore you, with a patriotism that will never tire; 
guard them with a vigilance that will never sleep. 

Daniel Dougherty. 

I AM struck with the fact that Bismarck, the great states- 
man of Germany, probably the foremost man in Europe to- 
day, stated as an unquestioned principle, that the support, 
the defense and the propagation of the Christian Gospel is 
the central object of the German Government. Our fa- 
thers, though recognizing, in common with Germany and 
other Christian nations of the earth, the supreme importance 
of religion among men, deliberately turned to the great 
nation they were about to establish, and said: "You shall 
never make any law about religion ; " and turning to 
the States, they said, virtually, to them: "You shall 


never make any law establishing any form of, religion." In 
other words, liere was a right, an interest, too precious to be 
trusted either to the Nation or to the States. Our fathers 
said : "This highest of all human interests we will reserve 
to the people themselves. We will not delegate our power 
over it to any organized government, State or National. 
We will not allow any Legislature to make any law con- 
cerning it." 

James A. Garfield. 

MY countrymen ! this anniversary has gone by forever, 
and my task is done. While I have spoken the hour has 
passed from us; the hand has moved upon the dial, and the 
old century is dead ! The American Union hath endured 
an hundred years ! Here, on the threshold of the future, 
the voice of Humanity shall not plead to us in vain. There 
shall be darkness in the days to come, danger for our 
courage, temptation for our virtue, doubt for our faith, 
suffering for our fortitude, a thousand shall fall before us 
and tens of thousands at our right hand. The years shall 
pass beneath, and century-follow century in quick succes- 
sion. The generations of men shall come and go; the 
greatness of yesterday shall be forgotten to-day, and the 
glories of this noon shall vanish before to-morrow's sun; but 
America shall not perish, but endure while the spirit of our 
fathers animates their sons. 

Henry Armitt JBrown. 

THAT motionless shaft will be the most powerful of speak- 
ers. Its speech will be of civil and religious liberty. It 
will speak of patriotism and of courage. It will speak of 
the moral improvement and elevation of mankind. De- 
crepit age will lean against its base, and ingenuous youth 
gather round it, while they speak to each other of the glo- 
rious events with which it is connected, and exclaim, 
" Thank God! I also am an American I" 

Daniel Webster. 


IT may be not unreasonably said that the preservation of 
the States and the maintenance of their governments are as 
much withifa the design and care of the Constitution as the 
preservation of the Union and the maintenance of the Na- 
tional government. The Constitution in all its provisions 
looks to an indestructible Union, composed of indestruct- 
ible States. 

Chief Justice Chase. 

MY countrymen ! the moments are quickly passing, 
we stand like some traveler upon a lofty crag that 
two boundless seas. The century that is closing is com- 
plete. " The past," said your great statesman, a is secure. 1 * 
It is finished and beyond our reach. The hand of detrac- 
tion cannot dim its glories, nor the tears of repentance wipe 
away its stains. Its good and evil, its joy and sorrow. Its 
truth and falsehood, its honor and its sbame, we cannot 
touch. Sigh for them, blush for them, weep for them, if we 
will, we cannot change them now. The old century is dy- 
ing and they are to be buried with him ; his history is fin- 
ished and they will stand upon its roll forever. 

The century that is opening is all our own. The years 
that are before us are a virgin' page. We can inscribe them 
as we will. The future of our country rests upon us. The 
happiness of posterity depends on us. The fate of human- 
ity may be in our hands. That pleading voice, choked with 
the sobs of ages, which has so often spoken to deaf ears, is 
lifted up to us. It asks us to be brave, benevolent, con- 
sistent, true to the teachings of our history, proving " divine 
descent by worth divine." It asks us to be virtuous, build- 
ing up public virtue upon private worth; seeking that 
righteousness which exalteth nations. It asks us to be pa- 
triotic, loving our country before all other things; making 
her happiness our happiness, her honors ours, her fame our 
own. It asks us in the name of Charity, in the name of 

Freedom, in the name of God! 

Henry Armitt JBrown. 


WHEREVER party spirit shall strain the ancient guaran- 
tees of freedom, or bigotry and ignorance shall lay their 
fatal hands upon education, or the arrogance of caste shall 
strike at equal rights, or corruption shall poison the very 
springs of national life there, minute-men of liberty! are 
your Lexington Green and Concord Bridge, and as you 
love your country and your kind, and would have your chil- 
dren rise up and call you blessed, spare not the enemy! 
Over the hills, out of the earth, down from the clouds, pour 
in resistless might. Fire from every rock and tree, from door 
and window, from hearthstone and chamber, hang upon his 
flank and rear from noon to sunset, and so, through a land 
blazing with holy indignation, hurl the hordes of ignorance 
and corruption and injustice, back, back, in utter defeat 
and ruin. 

George William Curtis. 

SHE takes but to give again, 
As the sea returns the rivers in rain, 
And gathers the chosen of her seed 
From the hunted of every crown and creed. 
Her Germany dwells by a gentler Rhine ; 
Her Ireland sees the old sunburst shine : 
Her France pursues some dream divine ; 
Her Norway keeps his mountain pine ; 
Her Italy waits by the western brine ; 

And, broad-based under all, 
Is planted England's oaken-hearted mood, 

As rich in fortitude 
As e'er went worldward from the island wall. 

Fused in her candid light, 
To one strong race all races here unite ; 
Tongues melt in hers, hereditary foe men 
Forget their sword and slogan, kith and clan. 

'Twas glory once to be a Roman ; 
She makes it glory now to be a man. 

Bayard Taylor, 


THE land which freemen till, 
"Which sober-suited freedom chose ; 
A land where, girt with friends or foes, 

A man may speak the thing lie will ; 

A land of settled government ; 
A land of free and old renown, 
"Where freedom slowly settles down 

From precedent to precedent. 


FOTJESCORE and seven years ago, our fathers brought 
forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, 
and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created 
equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing 
whether that nation, or any nation so conceived, and so 
dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle- 
field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of 
that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave 
their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fit- 
ting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger 
sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot 
hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who 
struggled here, have consecrated it far above our power to 
add or detract. The world will little note, nor long re- 
member what we say here; but it can never forget what 
they did here. It is for us, the living', rather to be dedi- 
cated here to the unfinished work which they, who fought 
here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to 
be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, 
that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to 
that cause, for which they gave the last full measure of de- 
votion; that we here resolve that these dead shall not have 
died in vain; that this nation, under G-od, shall have a new 
birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the 
people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth. 

Abraham Lincoln] 
(Dedication of the Gettysburg Cemetery, Nov., 1863.) 


from this brief review it is manifest that the na- 
tion is resolutely feeing to the front, resolved to employ 
its best energies in developing the great possibilities of the 
future, sacredly preserving whatever has been gained to 
liberty and good government during the century. Our 
people are determined to leave behind them all those bit- 
ter controversies concerning things which have been irre- 
vocably settled, further discussion of which can only stir 
up strife and delay the onward march. * * * * * * 
It has been said that unsettled questions have no pity 
for the repose of nations. It should be said, with the ut- 
most emphasis, that this question of suffrage will never 
give repose or safety to the States or to the Nation, until 
each, within its own jurisdiction, makes and keeps the bal- 
lot free and pure by the strong sanctions of law. 

James A. Gf airfield. 

THEEE can be no prosperity nor virtue nor glory in the 
aggregate when the individual is false to the higher dic- 
tates within him. By night, by day, at home, abroad, in 
the field, the mart, the workshop, the closet, the caucus, 
the legislative hall, the magistrate's chair let him remem- 
ber that, wherever he acts, whatever he does, he acts as a 
"complete moral agent, personally, directly responsible to 
God. Let him remember that he ever represents the state. 
Let him consider every public transaction in which he is 
engaged as a private affair, and to that end, in private af- 
fairs, let him at all hazards do right. Let a vile deed to 
which he has given the least countenance, no matter how 
remote in its operation from his immediate interests, tin- 
gle his cheek with shame, as if he had lost personal credit 
and respect thereby. Let the maxim that * all is fair in 
polities' sound as discordant to his ears as the maxim that 
'all is fair in religion, ' ' all is fair in trade,' 4 all is fair in 
any act of intercourse between man and man.' Let him 
remember that no movement is so exclusively public as to 


take away the force of individual responsibility ; no 

multitude is so large as to absorb his moral personality ; 
but there, in that public movement, there, in that 
crowd, he stands as if he were standing alone in the uni- 
verse, spiritually naked, listening to the judgment of God 
and the beating of Ms own heart. 

WHAT cordial welcomes greet the guest 
By the lone rivers of the West! 
How faith is kept and truth revered 
And man is loved and God is feared, 

In woodland homes, 
And where the ocean-border foams! 

There's freedom at our gates, and rest 
For earth's downtrodden and oppressed, 
A shelter for the hunted head, 
For the starved worker toil and bread; 

Power at ihy bounds 
Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. 


OH, keep their memory green who led 

A suffering Nation's hope forlorn ! 
What blows they gave ! What blood they shed ! 

What pangs their patience learned to scorn 1 

The patriot saviors ! Swift they rose 

The primal rights of men to shield ; 
Their bleeding feet and tattered clothes, 

The unconquered, dauntless soul revealed. 

Remember valor's piteous plight, 

In Valley Forge, the camp of prayer ; 

Mark wan hope's agonizing night, 
Storm-mocked on frozen Delaware. 

My heart reveres a stately name, 
Which, bright and fadeless as a star, 


Shines lambent In the sky of fame, 
Above remembered clouds of war* 

The name of men's ideal man, 

Of heroes great the greatest one, 
The world-praised, pure American, 

Home- worshiped, godlike Washington. 

Still, as his birthday circles round, 

The people's hearts foreknow the time ; 

Sound, loud, majestic music, sound ! 
And happy bells, rejoicing chime ! 

And let stern cannon jar the earth'; 

For it is meet their echoing boom 
Should celebrate our freedom's birth, 

And re-pronounce oppression's doom. 

W. &. VenaUe. 

WHAT constitutes a state ? 
Not high-raised battlements or labored mound, 

Thick wall or moated gate ; 
Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned; 

Not bays and broad-armed ports, 
Where, laughing at the storms, rich navies ride; 

Not starred and spangled courts, 
Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. 

No ; men, high-minded men, 
With powers as far above dull brutes endued, 

In forest, brake, or den, 
As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude 

Men who their duties know, 
But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain 

Prevent the long aimed blow, 
And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain 

These constitute a state; 
And sovereign law, that state's collected will, 


O'er thrones and globes elate 
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill, 

Smit by her sacred frown, 
The fiend, dissension, like a vapor sinks; 

And e'en the all-dazzling crown 
Hides its faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks* 

Such was this heaven-loved isle, 
Than Leslos fairer, and the Cretan shore ! 

No more shall freedom smile? 
Shall Britons languish, and be men no more ? 

Since all must life resign, 
Those sweet rewards which decorate the brave 

'Tis folly to decline, 
And steal inglorious to the silent grave. 

Sir William Jones* 

FOB not in quiet English fields 

Are these, our brothers, lain to rest* 
Where we might deck their broken shields 

With all the flowers the dead lore best. 

For some are by the Delhi 

And many in the Afghan land, 

And many where the Ganges falls 

Through seven mouths of shifting sand. 

And some in Russian waters lie, 
And others in the seas which are 

The portals to the East, or by 

The wind-swept heights of Trafalgar. 

Where are the brave, the strong, the fleet? 

Where is our English chivalry? 
Wild grasses are their burial-sheet, 

And sobbing waves their threnody. 

And thou whose wounds are never healed, 
Whose weary race is never won; 

O Cromwell's England! must thou yield 
For every inch of ground a son?, 


Go! crown with thorns thy gold-crowned head; 

Change thy glad song to song of pain; 
Wind and wild wave have got thy dead, 

And will not yield them back again. 

Oscar Wilde. 



A CRITIC is now aware that his personal taste has no 
value, that he must set aside his temperament, inclinations, 
party and interests ; that, above all, his talent lies in sym- 
pathy, that his first essay in history should consist in put- 
ting himself in the place of the men whom he is desirous of 
judging, to enter into their Instincts and habits, to espouse 
their sentiments, to re-think their thoughts, to reproduce 
within himself their inward condition, to represent to him- 
self minutely and substantially their surroundings, to fol- 
low in imagination the circumstances and the impres- 
sions which, added to their innate tendency, have deter- 
mined their actions and guided their lives. Such a course, 
in placing us at an artistic point of view, permits us better 
to comprehend them ; and as it is composed of analysis, 
it is, like every scientific operation, capable of verification 
and perfectibility. By following this method, we have 
been able to approve and disapprove of this or that artist, 
to condemn one and praise another part of the same work, 
to determine the nature of values, to point out progress or 
decline, to recognize periods of bloom or decay, not arbi- 
trarily, but according to a common criterion. 



LET us not fall Into the vulgar whim and dishonor the 
century In which we live. Erasmus called the sixteenth 
century the "excrement of times;" Bossuefe thus char- 
acterizes the seventeenth century : ** A time wicked 
small ;" Rousseau stigmatizes the eighteenth century in 
these terms : " This great rottenness in which we live. 1 * 
Posterity has decided against these illustrious minds. She 
has said to Erasmus, " The sixteenth century is grand ; w 
to Bossuet, M The seventeenth century Is grand; 7 ' to Boos* 
seau, " The eighteenth century is grand. 5 * The Infamy of 
these centuries must have been rea!> yet these strong men 
were wrong in complaining. The it Inker ought to accept 
with simplicity and calmness, tlie center in which Provi- 
dence has placed him. 

Victor Hugo. 

THIS spirit of free thought may be seen in every depart- 
ment of active life and dry speculation. The most casual 
observer may detect its presence and recognize its influence 
in the sphere of civil government. First principles are 
called into question. The right of property Is disputed. 
The supremacy of the state is made a fiction. The law is 
made void of authority without the unanimous consent of 
the governed. The whole machinery of civil government 
becomes dependent upon the changing whims of the masses, 
and the nation itself possesses no divine right except as 
derived from, the people. The educational world is also 
subject to the inroads of the same rash mode of thought. 
Intellectual discipline is at a discount. Utilitarian instruc- 
tion is in high demand. Classical lore Is a useless fable. 
Mathematics is a torture to which no virtuous man should 
be condemned. Business colleges are crowded with young 
men hurrying into active life, and the whole tendency Is to 
leave behind the standard means by which alone the Intel* 
lect may be developed and the mind thoroughly strength- 

C. Mmton. 


IT suppresses duration, It suppresses space, it suppresses 
suffering; it writes a letter from Paris to London, and it has 
the answer in ten minutes; it amputates a man's thigh while 
the man is singing and smiling. It has only to realize and 
it Is close upon it a progress which Is nothing at the side 
of the other miracles which it has already done; it has only 
to find the means to propel in a mass of air a bubble of air 
still lighter ; It has already secured the air-bubble, and it 
holds it imprisoned; It has only to find the impelling force, 
only to make the vacuum before the balloon, for example, 
only to burn the air before it, as the rocket would ; it has 
only to resolve in some such way this problem, and it will 
resolve it; and do you know what will happen ? At that 
very instant frontiers will vanish, barriers will retire, every- 
thing which is a Chinese wall around thought, around com- 
merce, around industry, around nationalities, around pro- 
gress, will crumble. 

Victor Hugo. 

Lsr spite of censorship, in spite of the Index; it will rain 
books and journals everywhere. Voltaire, Diderot, Rousseau, 
will fall in hail on Borne, on Naples, on Vienna, on" St. Pe- 
tersburg. Human speech is manna and the serf will pick it 
up in the furrows ; fanaticisims will die, oppression will be 
impossible ; man crawls along the earth, he escapes ; civili- 
zation will make herself a flock of birds and fly away, and 
go whirling, and light joyously on all points of the globe at 
once. Stop 1 there she Is, she is passing; point your can- 
non, old despotisms ! she disdains you ; you are the bullet, 
she Is the lightning ; no more hatreds, no more interests 
mutually annulling one another ; no more wars ; a sort of 
new life made up of concord and light, carries away and 
pacifies tjjie world ; the fraternity of peoples crosses space 
and communes in the eternal azure ; men are mingled in 
the heavens until this last progress ; see the point to which 
this century has brought civilization. 

Victor Hugo. 


THIS system and order everywhere forms the basis of all 
science, and Is indeed the condition without which thought 
itself could no longer exist. The uniformity of universal 
law lies at the bottom of all rational thinking and intelli- 
gent acting. "Whence it may be readily seen how vain and 
false Is the boasted liberty of free thought. No thought 
is worthy of the name that does not conform itself to the 
rigid methods of regular law. The liberty of free thought 
is the thraldom of passion, prejudice and perverted reason, 
and the real dignity of the human mind is nowhere more 
worthily displayed than when reverently engaged in dis- 
covering to itself the laws by which the u Everlasting Ge- 
ometer " of the created universe is pleased to execute His 
designs and accomplish His purposes. 

Henry C. Minton. 

Bur the higher departments of moral and religious 
thought are perhaps most seriously invaded by this modem 
spirit of free thinking. Here, as everywhere, freedom of 
thought is followed by freedom of action, and this ripens 
into the ranker fruits of libertinism and social anarchy. 
The family and all the sacred ties of the home circle are 
lost in the mazy mist of modern socialism. The Bible is a 
book fit only to be read by children. Revelation is a myth, 
and the dignity of mind is asserted In the motto: "Science 
and Reason are the highest powers In man." Fame's suc- 
cessors, gifted with his derisive satire without his power of 
reason, lecture in Christian cities to crowded and applaud- 
ing audiences. Such are the actual and legitimate results 
of the so-called free thought of the nineteenth century. 
The popular disposition to drift away from the old land- 
marks of thought is justly considered one of the most 
alarming symptoms of the present era. The inventive ge- 
nius of the American mind is indeed marvelous. The glory 
of our history is in the richness of our apt discoveries. 

Henry C*Minton. 


THE history of mankind as well shows forth the uniform- 
ity of law. Social science, yet in its infancy, will one day 
teach the laws and conditions of national success and social 
ruin, just as alchemy gave birth to the beautiful science of 
chemistry, and the mythical stories of ancient astrology to 
the demonstrations of Kepler's laws. Just as all physical 
energy may be reduced to the form of heat, so, at the magic 
touch of such men as the Herschels, Newton and La Place, 
all scientific truth seems to resolve itself into the chilling 

formulas of mathematical law. 

Henry 0. Minton. 

THE age is tempestuous with speculation, and every new 
thinker seems to be the center of converging whirlwinds. 
This restless spirit of inquiry is not confined to those who 
have been trained in universities, and who are at the head 
of the world's marching columns, but, owing to the ad- 
vance of science and the diffusion of knowledge, is to be 
found wherever the light of the press has penetrated, 
wherever man has been taught to think and to investigate. 

While the great body of Christians throughout the world, 
hold with an ever tightening grasp to the vital truths of 
the Gospel, yet we find that among many whose opinions 
greatly influence, if they do not control the multitude, 
grave questions have sprung up and are now being hotly 
discussed, concerning the nature of Christ's redemptive 
work, the nature of inspiration, the unity and antiquity of 
the human race, the success of Protestantism, papal infalli- 
bility, the necessity for universal Christian union, concern- 
ing the relation of church and state; concerning hell and 
eternal punishment, concerning amusements, concerning 
baptism and the eucharist, concerning church govern- 
ment and church discipline and church psalmody and 
music; concerning revivals, the new birth and 
growth in grace, and the claims and advantages of an im- 
posing liturgy and a splendid ritual service. Athletic 
minds are now grappling anew with these mighty subjects, 


and with an honest aim, let us hope, are struggling 1 forward 
again towards their just and final settlement, 

The present age, exultant over the many recent wonder- 
ful triumphs in the field of natural science, almost uncon- 
sciously glides into a materialistic mode of thought, and 
perhaps too strongly demands that all accepted truth shall 
conform to the conditions upon which the physical world Is 
found to exist. This tendency leads to endless confusion 
in all other than the physical sciences; this condition in 
turn invites the threatening state of the public mind so sig- 
nificantly designated by the term free thought, 

This tendency to free thinking has been growing ever 
since the days of Kant, Hegel and Voltaire, and may be 
seen in the increasing disposition to popularize and simplify 
ail their hidden doctrines and abstruse ideas. The great 
pendulum of human thought swings slowly; and, by the 
marvelous force of its own inertia, is always driven beyond 
the vertical line of absolute perfection. 

Henry O. 

THIS century is the grandest of centuries; and do you ask 
why? because it is the sweetest. This century, the imme- 
diate and first issue of the French Revolution, freed the 
slave in America, elevated the pariahs in Asia, extinguished 
the funeral pile in India, and crushed the last firebrands at 
the martyr's stake in Europe; is civilizing Turkey, is causing 
the Gospel to penetrate even to the refutation of the Koran; 
elevates woman, subordinates the right of might to the 
might of right; suppresses piracies, softens suffering, makes 
the galleys wholesome, throws the red branding-iron into the 
sewer, condemns the death penalty, takes the ball from the 
foot of the galley-slave, abolishes corporal punishment, de- 
grades and dishonors war, takes the edge away from the 
Dukes of Alva and the Charles the Ninths, tears out 

the claws of tyrants. 

Victor Hugo. 


Bur there is a limit, both to the necessity and the capac- 
ity of this power of invention. Its needful and salutary 
exercise should not give it an impetus beyond the range of 
virtue and safety. In the fresh vigor of national youth, 
the American people should stand by the old and tested 
methods of thought and life that have availed the virtuous 
generations that have gone before, and take warning from 
the sudden and speedy fall that has uniformly marked the 
end of those nations that have been lured from the long- 
trod paths of homely truth and simple virtue. 

The present age is certainly far enough down in the line of 
the world's history to perceive at a single retrospective glance, 
especially in the light of its eminent achievements in every 
department of scientific thought, that the great watchword 
of the entire universe is law austere, changeless, unfailing 
law. The shooting grass in the sunny meadow, the surging 
wave on the mighty deep, the tall peak lifting its head high 
toward the blue sky above it, sublime with the gray wrinkles 
of the formative ages through which it has passed, the sil- 
very clouds that float along over it, the sun that lights our 
day and the more distant suns that illuminate our night, and 
the yet more remote luminaries whose light, perchance, has 
never yet had time to wing its flight to this shady nook of 
the skies all these bow their obeisance to their great Cre- 
ator and delight to fulfill His mandates and exemplify His 

Henry 0. Minton. 

THIS century proclaims the sovereignty of the citizen and 
the inviolability of life; it crowns the people and conse- 
crates man. In art it has all varieties of genius: writers, 
orators, poets, historians, publicists, philosophers, painters, 
statuaries, musicians, majesty, grace, power, strength, bril- 
liancy, depth, color, form, style. It reinvigorates itself at 
once in the real and in the ideal ; and carries in its hand 
these two thunderbolts the true and the beautiful. In 


science it performs every miracle: It makes -saltpetre out of 
cotton; of steam, a horse; of the voltaic pile, a workman; of 
the electric fluid, a messenger; of the sun, a painter. It 
waters itself with subterranean waters till it warms itself 
with central fire; it opens on the two infinities those two 
windows the telescope, on the infinitely great; the micro- 
scope, on the infinitely little;' and it finds in the first abyss 
stars, and in the second insects, which prove God to it 


WE live in the world's crisis. Never were such changes 
going on as now. The world never felt such thrills and 
throbs before. The hearts of men now harden or soften 
under the influence of the truth quicker than ever; charac- 
ter is now more rapidly formed than ever; opinions are 
shaking, and hoary errors are dying by sudden paralysis. 
Truth is crystaiizing and asserting its power. We are lost 
in the whirl of the great agitation, and stunned by the noise 
of conflicting elements. Plunged in the midst of exciting 
events, we are bewildered by their novelty and rapidity. 
Men have forgotten to hope almost forgotten to pray, but 
it is God who is shaking the world that false institutions 
may fall. Behold it in the social, political, financial and 
religious revolutions that are now taking place with almost 
dramatic suddenness! Behold it in the opening of iron 
doors whose creaking rings round the globe! Behold it in 
the overthrow of wrongs which have resisted the shock of 
centuries! Can Christianity stand in this hour of the 
world's trial? I believe she can, for her principles are 
righteous and immutable; but, with God's help, they must 
be lived and cherished, and preserved unsullied. What a 
grand, earnest thing it is to live at such an hour as this! with 
the roar of conflict all around us, with the graves of saints 
and martyrs behind us; with a glorious future and heaven 
before us, what a time for hope, and prayer, and effort! 




I DO love violets; they tell the history of woman's love. 

Letitia E. Landon. 

WOMAN must impose a restraint upon her affections until 
she is challenged. Like the violet, she hides her sweetness 
beneath the leaf until the hand is stretched to pluck her 
from concealment. 

JB. M. Palmer, D.D. 

I HAVE always said it, nature meant to make woman as 
its masterpiece. 

I AM prescient by the very hope 
And promise set upon me, that henceforth 
Only my gentleness shall make me great, 
My humbleness exalt me. 

JSlizabeth H. Browning; 

(Eve, in "Drama of Exile".) 

THE world is the book of women. Whatever knowledge 
they may possess is more commonly acquired by observa- 
tion than by reading. 


WHAT causes the majority of women to be so little 
touched by friendship is, that it is insipid when they have 
once tasted of love. 

La Rochefoucauld. 

HEB voice was ever soft, 
Gentle and low; an excellent thing in woman. 



THE taste forever refines in the study of woman. 

Jf. P. Willis. 

MAH legislates; woman ornates. 

Eugene JBemsom* 

CONTACT with a high-minded woman is good for the life 
of any man. 

Henry Vincent. 

THE influence of poetry in literature is like the influence 
of true womanhood in society. 

Prof. JParsdon. 

like women to reflect them, but the woman who can 
only reflect a man and is nothing in herself, will never be 
of much service to him. 

George McDonald. 

To glorify the common offices of Hfe^ that is the grand- 
est part of woman's work in this world. 

Joseph eT". Dun/ea^ D.J). 

A LOVELY countenance is the fairest of all sights, and the 
sweetest harmony in the world is the sound of the voice of 
her whom we love. 

La Bruy&e. 

WOMAN has been faithful in a few things; now God is 
going to make her ruler over many things. 

Susan B. Anthony. 

FROM my experience, not one in twenty marries the first 
love. We build statues of snow and weep to see them melt. 

Walter Scott. 

LOVE has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child 
who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with as- 
surances that it all the while disbelieves. 

George Eliot. 


To be womanly is the greatest chann of woman. 


WE glorify the supremacy of a first love, as though the 
heart did not require a training as varied as the intellect. 

The Galaxy. 

WE seldom think how much we owe our first love. 


How little flattering is a woman's love ! 
Given commonly to whomsoever is nearest 
And propped with most advantage; outward grace 
Nor inward light is needful; day by day 
Men wanting both are mated with the best 
And loftiest of God's feminine creation, 
Whose love takes no distinction but of gender, 
And ridicules the very name of choice. 

Henry Taylor. 

LOVE is first inspired by a magnetism that has a locked 
door. It is what women withhold in the coloring of a 
thought or the tone of voice, the glance of an eye or the 
pressure of a hand, which ties the bandage over the first 
sentiment, and turns it into a Cupid. 

XT. P. Willis. 

I DID not fall in love I rose in love. 


THEEE are souls that are created for one another in the 
eternities; hearts that are predestined each to each from 
the absolute necessities of their nature; and when this man 
and woman come face to face, these hearts throb and are one. 

Anna 12. Dickinson. 

of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance; 
it is the bodily symbol of identity. 



I ASKED the Sun, 
a Can 'st tell me what love is ? ** 
He answered only by a smile 
Of golden light 

I prayed the flowers, 
"Oh, tell me, what is love ?" 
Only a fragrant sigh was wafted 
Thro' the night. 

"Is love the soul's true life, 
Or is it but the sport 
Of idle summer'hours ?" I asked 
Of Heaven above. 

In answer, G-od sent 
Sweet heart, to me ! 
And I no longer question, 
"What is love ? n 


eyes are homes of silent prayer. 

, HAVE you ever thought of it? The memory of an eye is 
the most deathless of memories, because there, if anywhere, 
you catch a glimpse of the visible soul as it sits by the 

Donald &. Mitchell. 

LADIES, whose bright eyes rain influence. 


I AM not one of those who do not believe in love at first 
sight, but I believe in taking a second look 1 

Hmry Vmcent* 

'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark 
Our coming, and look brighter when we come. 



SOME day, some day of days, threading the street 

With idle, heedless pace, 

Unlocking' for such grace, 

I shall behold your face ! 
Some day, some day of days, thus may we meet. 

Perchance the sun may shine from skies of May, 

Or winter's icy chill 

Touch whitely vale and hill;! 

What matter? I shall thrill 
Through every vein with summer on that day. 
Once more life's perfect youth will all come back, 

And for a moment there 

I shall stand fresh and fair, 

And drop the garment care; 
Once more my perfect youth will nothing lack. 

I shut rny eyes now, thinking how 't will be, 

How face to face each soul 

Will slip its long control. 

Forget the dismal dole 
Of dreary fate's dark separating sea; 

And glance to glance and hand to hand in greeting, 

The past with all its fears, 

Its silence and its tears, 

Its lonely yearning years, 
Shall vanish in the moment of that meeting. 

Elizabeth 8. Phelps. 

GLAKCES are the first billets-doux of love. 

Ninon de V Enclos. 

DISTANCE injures love less than nearness. 


THE soul is never so hampered by its enthrallment, with- 
in the body, as when it loves. 

Prof. 0. S. Fowler. 


THERE Is an atmosphere in the letters of those we love 
which we alone we who love can feel. 

WHEN love begins to sicken and decay 
It useth an enforced ceremony. 

A MAN of sense may love like a madman, but never like 
a fool. 

I/a JKochefoucauld. 

EACH time we love, 
We tarn a nearer and a broader mark 
To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes. 

Alexander Smith. 

THE love of man, in his maturer years, is not so ranch a 
new emotion as a revival and concentration of ml his die- 
parted affections for others. 

bury love; 

Forgetfblness grows over it like grass; 
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead* 


OH! sweet fond dream of human love! 
A rose-cloud dimly seen above, 
Melting in heaven's blue depths away. 


LOVE is never lost. If not reciprocated it will flow back 
and soften and purify the heart. 


O, SHALLOW and mean heart! dost thou conceive so little 
of love as not to know 4 that it sacrifices all love itself for 
the happiness of the one it loves? 


I HOLD it true whate'er befall, 

I feel it when I sorrow most; 
'Tis better to have loved and lose. 

Than never to have loved at all. 


THE beautiful are never desolate; 
Some one always loves them God or man; 
If man abandons, God takes them. 


SHE was like 

A dream of poetry, that may not be 
Written or told exceeding beautiful! 
And so came worshipers. 

THE rose is fairest when 't is budding new, 

And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; 

The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, 
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears. 


I HAVE made my choice, have lived my poems, and though 

youth is gone in wasted days, 
I have found the lover's crown of myrtle better than the 

poet's crown of bays. 

Oscar "Wilde. 

BETTER trust all tad be deceived, 

And weep that trust and that deceiving, 

Than doubt one heart that, if believed, 
Had blessed one's life with true believing. 

Oh! in this mocking world too fast 

The doubting fiend o'ertakes our youth; 

Better be cheated to the last, 

Than lose the blessed hope of truth. 

Frames A. Kemble. 

YI0LBT-FIAlfES. 179 

BEWARE of her fair hair, for she excels 

All women in the magic of her locks; 

And if she wind them round a young man's hearty 

She will not ever let him go again, 

MATCHES wherein one party is all passion, and the other 
all Indifference, will assimilate about as well as ice and ire. 
It is possible that the fire will dissolve the ice, but it is 
most probable that it will be extinguished in the attempt. 


SHE was said to have made a brilliant match, whatever 
that may mean. One thing, however, it does not mean; to 
make a brilliant match is not another form of expression 
for marrying the man or woman you love. 

LOVE weepeth always weepeth for the past, 
For woes that are, for woes that may betide; 

Why should not hard ambition weep at last, 
Envy and hatred, avarice and pride? 


THERE, speak in whispers; fold me to thy hearty 

Dear love, for I have roamed a weary weary way; 
Bid my vague terrors with thy kiss depart! 

Oh, I have been among the dead to-day, 
And, like a pilgrim to some martyr's shrine, 

Awed with the memories that crowd my brain, 
Fearing my voice, I woo the charm of thine; 

Tell me thou livest, lovest, yet again. 

Not among graves, but letters old and dim, 
Yellow and precious, have I touched the past, 

Reverent and prayerful as we chant the hymn 

Among the aisles where saints their shadows cast; 

Beading dear names on faded leaves that here 


Were worn with foldings tremulous and fond, 
These drowned in plashing of a tender tear, 
. Or with death's tremble pointing " the beyond.* 5 

And love, there came a flutter of white wings, 

A stir of snowy robes from out the deep 
Of utter silence, as I read the things 

I smiled to trace before I learned to weepj 
And hands, whose clasp was magic long ago, 

Came soft before me, till I yearned to press 
Mad kisses on their whiteness; then the woe, 

The sting of death, the chill of nothingness. 

One was afar, where golden sands made dim 

The shining steps of the poor trickster Time; 
And one was lost. Ah bitter grief for him 

Who wrecked his manhood in the depths of crime! 
Another, beautiful as morning's beam 

Flushing the Orient, lay meekly down 
Among the daisies, dreaming love's glad dream ; 

And one sweet saint now wears a starry crown. 

And thus there stole delicious odors still 

From out those relics of the charmed past. 
Sighs from the lips omnipotent to will 

And win rich tribute to the very last; 
But death, or change, had been among my flowers 5 

And all their bloom had faded, so that I 
Yield my sad thoughts to the compelling powers 

Of the bright soul I worship till I die. 
Nay, never doubt me, for, by love's divine 

And tearful past, I know my future thine. 

WHAT greater thing is there for two human souls than to 
feel that they are joined for life to strengthen each other 
in. all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister 
to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent, 
unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting? 

Q-eorge Eliot. 


THEN, too, I love thee 
For having so adored me that my presence 
Near thee was unto thee a sacred tfaiag f 
For having at my feet, as on an altar, 
Sacrificed all the fury of thy hate. 
I love tfaee for that perfect gentleness 
That strove to win me, having conquered me; 
For having set me free and made my 
Depend upon the worthiest, not the strongest; 
For having braved for me curses and storms^ 
And above all 1 love thee for I love thee! 
Dost thou believe me now? 


OH! cast thou not 

Affection from thee! In this bitter world, 
Hold to thy heart that only treasure fast; 
Watch, guard it suffer not a breath to dim 
The bright gem's purity. 

Felida Hemans* 

LOVE not told, 

And only born of absence and by thought, 
With thought and absence may return to naught. 

Jean Ingelow* 

HE did not notice that I never spoke to her in the same 
key of voice to which the conversation of others was at- 
tuned. He saw not that while she turned to him with a 
smile or a preparation to listen, she heard my voice as if 
her attention had been arrested by distant music, with no 
change in her features except a look more earnest ; she 
would have called him to look with her at a glowing sunset 
or to point out a new corner in the road from the village ; 
but if the moon had gone suddenly into a cloud and sad- 
dened the face of the landscape, or if the wind had sounded 
mournfully through the trees as she looked out upon the 
night, she would have spoken of that first to me ! 

N. P. Willis. 


THEY sin who tell us love can die; 

With life all other passions fly; 

All others are but vanity. 

In heaven ambition cannot dwell, 

Nor avarice in the vaults of hell. 

Earthly, these passions of low earth, 

They perish where they have their birth; 

But love is indestructible 

Its holy flame forever burneth; 

From heaven it came, to heaven returneth. 

Too oft on earth a troubled guest, 

At times deceived, at times opprest, 

It here is tried and purified, 

And hath in heaven its perfect rest. 

It soweth here with toil and care, 

But the harvest-time of love is there. 

Oh! when a mother meets on high 

The babe she lost in infancy, 

Hath she not then for all her fears, 

The day of woe, the watchful night, 

For all her sorrows, all her tears, 

An over-payment of delight? 


THERB is not an hour 

Of day or dreaming night, but 1 am with thee ; 
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name, 
And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon, 
But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale of thee. 

SELDOM hath my tongue pronounced that name, 
But the dear love, so deeply wounded there, 

I, in my heart, with silent faith sincere, 
Devoutly cherish till we meet again. 



OH ! if thoa lovest and art a woman, 

Hide thy love from him whom tfaou dost worship 
Never let him know how dear he Is ; 

Flit like a bird before him, 
Lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower, 

But be not won, or thou mayest like that bird^ 
When caught and caged, be left to pine neglected 

And perish in forge tfulness. 

JB* Landon* 

THE night has a thousand eyes, 

The day but one ; 
Yet the light of the bright world dies 

With the dying sun. 

The mind has a thousand eyes, 

The heart but one ; 
Yet the light of a whole life dies, 

When love is done. 

SAY never, ye loved once^ 

G-od is too near above, the grave below, 

And all our moments go 

Too quickly past our souls, for saying so. 

The mysteries of life and death avenge 

Affections light of range; 

There comes no change to justify that change. 

Elizabeth . Brown/ing. 

I FAIN would ask thee to forget; 

3 T were best, perhaps, I were forgot; 
I raise the pen to write and yet 

I write the words " forget me not." 

How can I ask thee to forget, 

When 'tis so sweet to remembered be? 

Then let me say without regret, 
Think yes, ofttimes think of me. 


IF I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange 
And be all to me? Shall I never miss 
Home-talk and blessing, and the common kiss 
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange 
When I look up, to drop on a new range 
Of walls and floors another home than this? 
Nay, wilt tho.u fill that place by me which is 
Filled by dead eyes, too tender to know change? 
That's hardest. If to conquer love has tried, 
To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove; 
For grief, indeed, is love and grief besides; 
Alas! I have grieved so, I amhard to love. 
Yet love me, wilt thou? Open thine heart wide 
And fold within the wet wings of thy dove! 

Elizabeth J3. Browning. 

THERE are many phases through which the soul must 
pass before it can attain even that approximation to the 
divine which is possible on earth. We cling to prop after 
prop; we follow longingly whichever of earth's beautiful 
and blessed things seems most to realize that perfect ideal 
which we call happiness. Of these joys the dearest, truest 
and most satisfying, is that which lifts us out of ourselves, 
and unites us in heart and soul aye, and intellect too, for 
the spirit must find its mate to make the union perfect 
with some other being. This we call love. But the chances 
of fortune come between us and our desires; the light 
passes, and we go on our way in darkness. We walk alone, 
and earth's deepest and most real joys float by like shadows. 
Alas! we can but stretch our arms toward that Infinite, 
which alone is able to fill the longings of an immortal spirit. 
Then, with wounded souls lying naked and open before the 
Beholder of all, we look yearningly toward the eternal and 
divine life, complete, unchangeable, and cry, with subdued 
voice, "0 Grod! thy fullness is sufficient for me; God! 
thy love is an all- boundless store 1" 


I WAKE. All ! would that I could sleep ! 

For In my slumber I had quite forgot 
The weariness, the heart-ache and the pain 

That makes the burden of my waking lot. 
I wake. Ah ! would that, waking, I could live 

The dreams that slumber to my senses brought 2 
Why not ? Why may I not full freedom give 

To soul and sense, and, disregarding aught 
That frets and fetters individual life, 

Fill full my waking with the dream-life bliss, 
And count the ills, in waking moments rife, 

As only dreams ? Ay, darling, even this 
I can and will, if only thou wilt take 

Thy path with me, from all the world aside* 
Content forevermore with me to make 

My dream our life, thy heart the only guide ! 

u JfonteMlo." 

You, O man! who with your honey words and your ten- 
der looks steal away a young girl's heart, for thoughtless or 
selfish vanity, do you know what it is you do? Do you 
know what It is to turn the precious fountain of woman's 
first love into a very Marah, whose bitterness may pervade 
her whole life's current, crushing her, if humble, beneath 
the torture of self-contempt, or, if proud, making her cold, 
heartless, revengeful, quick to wound others as she herself 
has been wounded ? And if she marry, what is her fate? 
She has lost that instinctive worship of what is noble in 
man, which causes a woman gladly to follow out the right- 
eous altar-vow, and in " honoring and obeying " her hus- 
band to create the sunshine of her home; and this is caused 
by your deed I Is not such a deed a sin? Aye, only 
second to that deadly one which ruins life and fame, body 
and soul! Yet man does both toward women, and ^ goes 
smiling amidst the world, which smiles at him again. 

JSfiss Mulock* 


LOVE Is not love 

Which alters when It alteration finds, 
Or bends with the remover, to remove. 
Oh, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, 
That looks on tempests and is never shaken. 


LOVE is enough. Let us not seek for gold. 

Wealth breeds false aims, and pride and selfishness: 
In those serene, Arcadian days of old, 

Men gave no thought to princely homes and dress. 
The gods who dwelt in fair Olympiads height 
Lived only for dear love and love's delight ; 

Love is enough. 

Love is enough. Why should we care for fame? 

Ambition Is a most unpleasant guest: 
It lures us with the glory of a name 

Far from the happy haunts of peace and rest. 
Let us stay here in this secluded place, 
Made beautiful by love's endearing grace ; 

Love is enough. 

Love is enough. Why should we strive for power? 

It brings men only envy and distrust ; 
The poor world's homage pleases but an hour, 

And earthly honors vanish in the dust. 
The grandest lives are ofttimes desolate; 
Let me be loved, and let who will be great; 

Love is enough. 

Love is enough. Why should we ask for more? 

What greater gift have gods vouchsafed to men? 
What better boon of all their precious store 

Than our fond hearts that love and love again? 
Old love may die; new love is just as sweet; 
And life is fair, and all the world complete: 

Love is enough! 

Ella Wheeler. 


TILL death us part,** 

So speaks the heart, 
When each to each repeats the words of doom; 

Thro' blessing and thro' curse, 

For better and for worse,- 
We will be one till that dread hour shall come. 

Life, with its myriad grasp,, 

Our yearning souls shall clasp, 
By ceaseless love, and still expectant wonder; 

In bonds that shall endure, 

Indissolubly sure, 
Till God In death shall part our paths asunder. 

Till Death us join, 

O voice yet more divine! 
That to the broken heart breathes hope sublime; 

Thro' lonely hours 

And shattered powers 
We still are one, despite of change and time. 

Death, with his healing hand, 

Shall once more knit the band, 
Which needs but that one link which none may sever; 

Till thro' the Only Good, 

Heard, felt and understood, 
Our life in God shall make us one forever. 

Dean Stanley. 

ALAS! how bitter are the wrongs of love! 
Life has no other sorrow so acute; 
For love is made of every fine emotion 
Of generous impulses and noble thoughts; 
It looketh to the stars, and dreams of heaven; 
It nestles mid the flowers and sweetens earth. 
Love is aspiring, yet is humble too; 
It doth exalt another o'er itself 
With sweet heart-homage, which delights to raise 
That which it worships, vet is fain to win 


The Idol to Its lone and lonely home 

Of deep affection. 5 Tis an utter wreck 

When such hopes perish. From that moment life 

Has in its depths a well of bitterness, 

For which there is no healing. 

THB anguish of that thought that we can never atone 
to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them, for the 
light answers we returned to their plaints or their plead- 
ings, for the little reverence we showed to that sacred hu- 
man soul that lived so close to us, and was the divinest 
thing God had given us to know. 

George Eliot. 

LOVE'S arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope, 
And Hope kissed Love, and Love drew in her breath 
In that close kiss, and drank her whispered tales; 
They said that Love would die when Hope was gone, 
And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope; 
At last she sought out Memory, and they trod 
The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope, 
And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears. 




THE most perfect thing in the world is a woman's temper, 
but I am bound to say I have seen some tempers better 
than others. 

Henry Vincent. 


THBBE 3bas nearly always been a good wife behind every 
great man, and there is a good deal of truth in the saying 

that a man can be no greater than his wife will let Mm. 


A MAK cannot leave a better legacy to the world a 
well educated family. 

Sen. Thomas 

HE travels safe, and not unpleasantly, who is guarded by 
poverty and guided by love. 

Sir Philip Sidnm/. 

WOMAH! with that word, 
Life's dearest hopes and memories come; 
Truth, beauty, love, in her adored, 
And earth's lost paradise restored, 
In the green bower of home. 

A MAST who has not some woman, somewhere, who be- 
lieves in him, trusts him and loves him, has reached a point 
where self-respect is gone. 


UNTIL the ladies have recognized, or refused to recognize, 
a man's merit, his social position is not yet determined. 

London Saturday Revi ew 

WHAT gathering flowers in a wood is to children, that 
shopping in large cities is to women. To wander from 
shop to shop, to compare, to choose, to appropriate it is 
like gathering flowers. 


HOME is the crystal of society, and domestic love and 
duty are the best security for all that is most dear to us on 


Samuel Smiles. 


PUBLIC gossip is sometimes the best security for the ful- 
filment of engagements. 


THE hearthstone has ever been the corner-stone of the 

family and of society. 


HOME *s not merely four square walls, 
Though with pictures hung and gilded; 

Home is where affection calls, 

Filled with shrines the heart hath builded. 


IF the home-life is inharmonious, nothing can go well. 
The root of all, unless this is wholesome and firm, the flower 
must needs be poor and the fruit bad. Let us learn again 
the infinite importance of keeping the peace at home, and 
the need of cultivating the nobler qualities of mind and 
heart, if this is to be done well. 

AH me! for aught that ever I could read, 

Could ever hear by tale or history, 

The course of true love never did run smooth; 

But either it was different in blood, 

Or else misgraffed in respect to years, 

Or else it stood upon the choice of friends, 

Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, 

Nor death, or sickness did lay siege to it, 

Making it momentary as a sound, 

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; 

Brief as the lightning in the collied night, 

That, in a spleen, enfolds both heaven and earth, 

And ere a man hath power to say, behold! 

The jaws of darkness do devour it up; 

So quick bright things come to confusion. 



THAT which is nearest us touches us most. The 

rise higher at domestic than at Imperial tragedies, 

Samuel Johmon* 

OH! man may bear with suffering; Ms heart 
Is a strong thing, and godlike in the grasp 
Of pain that wrings mortality; but tear 
One chord affection clings to, part one tie 
That binds him unto woman's delicate love^ 
And his great spirit yieldeth like a reed. 

N. P. 

WE wind our life about another life, 
We hold it closer, dearer than our own; 

Anon it faints and falls in deadly strife, 
Leaving us stunned and stricken and alone; 

But ah! we do not die with those we mourn, 
This also can be borne* 

Florence Percy. 

AND still I changed; I was a boy no more, 
My heart was large enough to hold my kind, 

And all the world; as hath been oft before 
With youth, I sought, but I could never find 

Work hard enough to quiet my self-strife, 
And use the strength of action-crowning life. 

J'ean Ingelow. 

WHEN he shall hear she died upon his word, 
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep 
Into the study of his imagination, 
And every lovely organ of her life 
Shall come appareled in more precious habit, 
More moving, delicate, and full of life, 
Into the eye and prospect of his soul, 
Than when she lived indeed. 



THE modern Cupid is no longer blind, but clear-sighted, 

calculating and practical. 

William Black. 

FLIRTATION is attention without intention. 


selection Marrying for Love. Struggle for 
existence Marrying without money. 


IT is these invisible, subtle strokes at the unseen centers 
of hope and courage that are hard to bear. 

Chronicles of Carlingford. 

HE was not all unhappy. His resolve 
Upbore him, and firm faith, and evermore 
Prayer from a living source within the will, 
And beating up through all the bitter world, 
Like fountains of sweet water in the sea, 
Kept him a living souL 


IT is a dear delight for the soul to have trust in the fidel- 
ity of another. It makes a pillow of softness for the cheek 
which is burning with tears and the touch of pain. It 
pours a balm into the very source of sorrow. It is a hope 
undeferred, a flowery seclusion, into which the mind, when 
weary of sadness, may retreat for a caress of constant love; 
a warmth in the hand of friendship for ever lingering on 
the hand; a consoling voice that dwells as with an eternal 
echo on. the ear; a dew of mercy falling on the bruised 
and troubled hearts of this world. Bereavements and 
wishes long withheld descend sometimes as chastening 
griefs upon our nature; but there is no solace to the bitter- 
ness of broken faith. 



EAST crying- widows take new husbands soonest; there 
is nothing like wet weather for transplanting. 


To love satisfies one-half of our nature; to be loved sat- 
isfies the other half. But no human love fully satisfy 
us, because man is so constituted that nothing 
suffice him; his heart ever springs beyond the pniverse in 
search of an ideal of beauty, a perfect object of love 
adoration ; and no human love for us can make us perfectly 
happy, for no human heart is fully attuned to otirs no 
human heart can wholly understand or sympathize with our 

A A. Hodge, D.D. 

WE walk alone through all life's various ways. 
Through light and darkness, sorrow, joy and change; 
And greeting each to each, through passing days 
Still we are strange. 

We hol/1 our dear ones with a firm, strong grasp; 
We hear their voices^ look into their eyes; 
And yet, betwixt tis in that clinging clasp 
A distance lies. 

We cannot know their hearts, however we may 
Mingle thought, aspiration, hope and prayer; 
We cannot reach them, and in vain essay 
To enter there. 

Still, in each heart of hearts a hidden deep 
Lies, never fathomed by its dearest, best; 
With closest care our purest thoughts we keep, 
And tender est. 

But, blessed thought! we shall not always so 
In darkness and in sadness walk alone; 
There comes a glorious day when we shall know 
As we are known. 

Jtlleanor G-ray." 


THE man who truly loves, loves humbly and fears not 
that another may be preferred, but that another may be 
worthier of preference than himself. 

Miss Mulotih. 

Adriana* Nay, said I not 
And if I said it not, I say it now; 
I'll follow thee through sunshine and through storm; 
I will be with thee in thy weal and woe; 
In. thy afflictions, should they fall upon thee, 
In thy temptations, when bad men beset thee; 
In all thy perils which must now press round thee, 
And should they crush thee, in the hour of death, 
Let but thy love be with me to the last, 
Artevelde. My love is with thee ever; that thou 

Henry Taylor* 

THESE longing eyes may never more behold thee, 
These yearning arms may never more enfold thee; \ 
To my sad heart I never more may press thee, 
But day and night I never cease to bless thee. 

I do not envy those who may be near thee, 
Who have that joy supreme, who see thee, hear thee; 
I bless them also, knowing they, too, love thee, 
And that they prize no earthly thing above thee. 

I do not even hope again to meet thee, 

I never dare to think how I should greet thee, 

Low in the dust should I fall before thee, 

And, kneeling there, for pardon should implore thee. 

Alas! 'twould be a sin to kneel before thee 

A sin to let thee know I still adore thee, 

I kneel and pray that Heaven may bless and guide thee; 

Love of my life I to Heaven's care I confide thee. 


LBT fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, 
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot 
That come in the night time of sorrow 
And bring back the features that joy to wear. 

Long, long be my heart with such memories filled, 
Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled; 
You may break, you may shatter, the vase if you will, 
But the scent of the roses will hang round it stHL 


LORD ! we would put aside 
The gauds and baubles of this mortal life 
Weak self-conceit, the foolish tools of strife, 

The tawdry garb of pride 

And pray, in Christ's dear name, 
Thy grace to deck us in the robes of light; 
That at His corning we may stand aright, 

And fear no sudden shame, 

An A.dmnti Carol. 

SWEET heart, good by el that flutVIng sail 

Is spread to waft me far from thee, 
And soon, before the farth'ring gale, 

My ship shall bound upon the sea. 
Perchance, all des'late and forlorn, 

These eyes shall rniss thee many a year; 
But unforgotten every charm 

Though lost to sight, to memory dear. 

Sweet heart, good bye! one last embrace! 
Oh, cruel fate, two souls to seTer! 
Yet in this heart's most sacred place 

Thou, thou alone, shalt dwell forever; 
And still shal] recollection trace, 

In fancy's mirror, ever near, 
Each smile, each tear, that form, that face 

Though lost to sight, to memory dear. 


I HAD a friend once, and she was to me 

What fragrance Is to flowers, or songs to birds 

Part of my being; but there came a time 

I cannot tell you how, or where, or when, 

A time that severed us. There was no fierce, 

Hot trouble at our parting. It was calm, 

Because it was so gradual. Ere I knew, 

We had grown cold at meeting, colder still 

At our good-bye. But looking on it now, 

After weary days, I marvel at it all, 

And weep more tears than I did then, by far, 

Over this strange, sad parting; this blank wreck 

Of love, and hope, and friendship, and warm trust. 

Oh! it is pitiful this breaking up 

Of human sympathy and sweet heart- tryst! 

Had we so many friends this friend and I 

That we could well afford to give the slip, 

Each to the other? drifting thus apart 

Like ships that meet upon some tropic sea 

For one brief, passing hour, exchange stale news, 

Gossip of cargoes, or the last made port, 

Then sail away, each on its separate course, 

And never dream, nor care, to meet again! 

I think the heart grows chary of its friends, 

As years and death do steal them from our grasp; 

I could not let a friend go now, as I 

Did her; for I was young then both were young. 

Ah, well! I wonder if she cares, or if 

She ever thinks of those old foolish days, 

When, with her hand in mine, we sat and talked, 

And kissed each other t'wixt our happy words, 

And vowed eternal friendship, endless trust. 

It may be so; and if this idle verse 

Albeit, not so idle as it seems 

Should meet her gaze I would, I would it might 

She, too, may give a sigh to those old days, 


And wisl^ with me, that one had been true, 

And both more patient the 
Had less of bitterness mixed with Its 
Making the after-draught so drugged with 
That even now tears come because of it 

IF there should come a time, as well there may, 

When sudden tribulation smites thine heart, 
And thou dost come to me for help and stay 

And comfort how shall I perform my part? 
How shall J make my heart a resting place ? 

A shelter safe for thee when terrors smite? 
How shall I bring the sunshine to thy face. 

And dry thy tears in bitter woe's despite? 
How shall I win strength to keep my voice 

Steady and firm, although I hear thy sobs? 
How shall I bid thy fainting soul rejoice, 

Nor mar the counsel of mine own he art- throbs? 
Love, my love, teaches me a certain way, 

So, if the dark hour comes, I am thy stay. 

I must live higher, nearest the reach 

Of angels in their blessed truthfulness; 
Learn their usefulness, ere I can teach 

Content to thee whom I would gladly bless. 
Ah me! what woe were mine if thou should'st come 

Troubled, but trusting, unto me for aid, 
And I should meet thee, powerless and dumb, 

Willing to help thee, but confused, afraid? 
It shall not happen thus, for I will rise, 

G-od helping me, to higher life, and gain 
Courage and strength to give thee counsel wise, 

And deeper love to bless thee in thy pain; 
Fear not, dear lovs ! thy trial hour shall be 

The dearest bond between my heart and thee. 

A.U the Year JRound* 


SOME hearts go hungering through the world, 

And never find the love they seek; 
Some lips with pride or scorn are curled. 

To hide the pain they may not speak; 
The eye may flash, the mouth may smile, 

The voice in gladdest music thrill, 
And yet beneath them all the while, 

The hungry heart be pining stilL 

O, eager eyes which gaze afar! 

O, arms which clasp the empty air! 
Not all unmarked your sorrows are, 

Not all unpitied your despair, 
Smile, patient lips, so proudly dumb; 

When life's frail tent at last is furled, 
Your glorious recompense shall come, 

O hearts, that hunger through the world! 

WHEIST the pale wreath is laid upon the tomb, 
Love's last fond homage offered to the dead, 
And the bereft, with tears and drooping head, 
Bid mute farewell on sadly turning home, 
Sister and brother, widowed love and friend, 
Review, as in a solemn vision then, 
Their dear one's life, its bliss and bitter pain, 
Its restless hopes now ever at an end. 
The common thought lifts them above despair, 
One brief thanksgiving is on every tongue : 
That faithful heart shall never more be wrung 
With cold unkindness or with aching care ; 
That generous mind no stern rebuffs shall vex ; 
That busy brain no problems dire perplex. 

IT sometimes happens that two friends will meet, 

And, with a smile and touch of hands, again 
Go on their way along the noisy street. 


Each Is so sure of all the friendship sweet, 

The loving silence gives BO thought of pain* 
And so, I think, those friends whom we call 

Are with us. It may be some quiet hour, 
Or time of busy work for hand or head 
Their love fills all the heart that missed so. 

They bring a sweet assurance of the life 
Serene, above the worry that we know; 

And we grow braver for the comfort brought. 
Why should we mourn because they do not 

Our words that lie so far below their thought? 

Sunday Afternoon. 

AND this is life : to live, to love, to lose ! 

To feel a joy stir, like an unsung song-, 

The deep, unwrit emotions of our souls ; 

Then, when we fain would utter it, to find 

Our glad lips stricken dumb. To watch a hope 

Climb like a rising star, till from the heights 

Of fair existence, it sends luster down, 

Whose radiance makes earths very shadows shine, 

Then suddenly to see it disappear, 

Leaving a bleak, appalling emptiness 

In all the sky it did illuminate. 

To build up, stone by stone, a temple fair, 

On whose white altars we do burn our days ; 

To form its arches of our dearest dreams ; 

To shape its pillars of our strongest strength, 

Then suddenly to see that temple fall, 

A broken and irreparable wreck 

Its shape all shapeless, and its formless form 

In ruthless ruin's unrelenting grasp. 

To veil our shrinking eyes, lest they should see 

Life's grim appraisers, death and burial, 

Come down the path that leads across our hearts. 


To write us paupers In the book of love. 

To dream, in all life's happy arrogance 

Life's proud proportions limitless, then find 

Lifers limit limited by one fresh grave 

To stand beside that new-made mound, and feel 

"Within that cell is locked forever up 

The precious honey, gathered drop by drop 

From out the fairest flower-fields of our souls ; 

Lonely and desolate to cast ourselves, 

In some white city of the silent, down 

Beside some cold, forbidding- marble door, 

And feel ourselves forever shut away 

From that which was our dearest and our own ; 

To know, however earnestly we knock, 

That door will ne'er be opened unto us 

To know the dweller there will never step 

Beyond the boundary of that cruel gate ; 

To know, howe'er we plead, no lip therein 

Will break into its old accustomed smile, 

The folded hands stretch out no welcomings, 

The fastened eyelids never lift themselves 

Again in answering anguish, or glad love, 

From out the frozen bondage of their sleep. 

'Tis thus to love, and bury out of sight 

Some precious darling of our dearest years, 

Some far outstretched root of our own hearts, 

Some flowery branch that we had hoped to train 

Along the loftiest trellises of hope. 

Life, love and loss ! Three little words that make 

The compass of that varied road which lies 

Stretched out between our swaddles and our shroud ! 

Life, love and loss ! Three ripples on one brook; 

Three unstemmed currents emptying themselves 

Into one vast and vague eternity. 


GREAT, Indeed, is the to Who 

can elevate its dignity? Not to laws, not to 

armies, not to govern enterprises; but to form by 

whom laws are made, armies are led, empires governed. 
To guard against the slightest taint of bodily Infirm! ty, the 
frail, yet spotless creature, whose moral no physi- 

cal being must be derived from her; to inspire princi- 

ples, to inculcate those doctrines, to animate 
ments which generations yet unborn, and yet un- 

civilized, shall learn to bless.* To soften into 

mercy and chasten honor into refinement; to exalt generos- 
ity into virtue; by a soothing care to allay the anguish of 
the body and the far worse anguish of the mind; by her 
tenderness to disarm passion; by her parity to triumph 
over sense; to cheer the scholar sinking under his toil; to 
console the statesman for the ingratitude of a mistaken peo- 
ple; to be compensation for friends that are. perfidious, for 
happiness that has passed away such is her vocation. 
The couch of the tortured sufferer, the prison of the de- 
serted friend, the cross of the rejected Saviour these are 
the th'eaters on which her greatest triumphs have been 
achieved. Such is her destiny: to visit the forsaken, to at- 
tend the neglected; when monarchs abandon, when counsel- 
ors betray, when justice persecutes, when brethren and dis- 
ciples flee, to remain unshaken and unchanged; and to ex- 
hibit in this lower world a type of that love, pure, constant 
and ineffable, which in another world we are taught to be- 
lieve the test of virtue. 


BUT time would fail to attempt to catalogue the grand 
women of the last twenty-five years alone, who, according 
to the generally recognized theory of woman's life, have 
been superfluous, because unmarried women u social fail- 
ures," as Sir Henry James calls them. All through the 
land, in homes and outside of them, I find these women, 
un wedded, in the vulgar parlance of everyday speech 


called "old maids," -with a shrug of the shoulder, and a 
slight dash of scorn; in the finer language of sociologists and 
essayists denominated "superfluous women." They have 
been brave enough to elect to walk through life alone, when 
some man has asked them in marriage, whom they could 
not love. With white lips they said "No," while their 
hearts have said tc Yes," because duty demanded of them 
the sacrifice of their own happiness. Their lives have been 
the stepping stones for the advancement of younger sisters; 
they have earned the money to carry brothers through col- 
lege into professions; like the caryatides of architecture, 
they stand in their places and uphold, the roof over a de- 
pendent household; they invert the order of nature and 
become mothers to the aged, childish parents, fathers and 
mothers, whose failing feet they guide gently down the hill 
of life, and whose withered hands they, by and by, fold be- 
neath the daisies; they carry words of cheer and a world of 
comfort to households invaded by trouble, sickness or death. 
The dusty years stretch far behind them; beauty and come- 
liness drop away from them, and they grow faded and care- 
worn ; they become nobodies to the hurrying, rushing, bust- 
ling world, and by and by they will slip out into the gloom 
the shadows will veil them forever from earthly sight 
the great surprise of joyful greeting will welcome them, 
and they will thrill to the embrace of the Heavenly Bride- 

Mary A^Z/wermore. 

THEY were living to themselves; self, with its hopes and 
promises and dreams, still had hold of them: but the Lord 
began to fulfill their prayers. They had asked for contri- 
tion, and He sent them sorrow; they had asked for purity, 
and He sent them thrilling anguish; they had asked to be 
meek, and He had broken their hearts; they had asked to be 
dead to the world, and He slew all their living hopes; they 
had asked to be made like unto Him, and He had placed 
them in the furnace, sitting by as a "refiner of silver," till 


they should reflect His Image; they to lay 

of His cross, and when He had reached it to it 

ated their hands, 

THROUGH court, and through mart, and through college, 
The grand truth is working at length 

There's a purity wiser than knowledge, 

There's a righteousness stronger than strength, 

And though pride unto pride hath erected 

The temple of state and the tower, 
God again, what the builders rejected, 

Uplifteth in honor and power. 

And in woman unshackled the token 

That justice, faith, truth are to reign; 
That the bow shall be shaftless and broken, 

The scepter cast aside and the chain. 

That no more to the loves and soft languor 

Is fair Amaryllis to slave, 
While wrongs front her impotent angers, 

But the sword shall strike and shall save. 

And her virtue, the Esau, the Nero, 

The traitor, shall blast with its light; 
Like the shield of the fabled Ruggero, 

Its luster shall be for her might. 

Then at last, from the deathful reposing, 
Human hope shall awake to God's day; 

And the stone, its cold sepulchre closing, 
The angels of God roll away. 

Then the nation shall gird for high duty, 

And live to the purpose of God; 
And the arm man has kissed but for beauty 

Shall share with him balance and rod. 

JKev. H. JR. HcFTulty. 


WITH gentle looks and hearts made calm by sorrow, 

I see them moving- on their earthly way, 
They wait, in patience, what may come to-morrow, 

Faithful to all the duties of to-day; 
They watch around the bedsides of the dying, 

And soothe the sufferers with their quiet cares; 
They seek the homes where new-born grief is crying, 

And mingle service with their silent prayers. 

The bloom of youth, the blush of early roses, 

Has faded long ago from off their ctieek, 
But in its stead a holy peace reposes, 

A heavenly beauty, angel-like and meek; 
The mirth and song, the choral of the dances, 

Have died away amid departed years, 
The eyes look upward now, with loving glances, 

And death itself is shorn of all its fears. 

It is the same old, ever-blessed story, 

Of holy women clinging round the cross; 
They had not seen the Lord's transfiguring glory, 

But they were with him in his shame and loss; 
Around his grave, with ointments and sweet spices, 

They hovered, as the birds about their nest; 
For love like theirs dies not in cold surmises, 

But kindles courage in the humblest breast. 

The costliest service human hands can render 

Comes without cost is never bought and sold; 
It flows from human hearts, by love made tender, 

And moves above the purchase power of gold. 
On the same paths where selfish greed is stalking, 

Rating all virtue at a market price, 
These saintly feet unselfishly are walking, 

To comfort pain and heal the wounds of vice. 

Then tell me not that earth is wholly barren, 
While these angelic souls still linger here; 
Sweeter than roses in the vale of Sharon 


Are their kind deeds, besprinkled with a tear; 
And heaven Itself above their path is bending, 

To watch their acts of mercy, day by da?; 
And angel bands are on their steps attending, 

To shed a glory o'er their shining way. 

* JT. JT. Tarbm. 


THE ocean stood like crystal. The soft air 
Stirred not the glassy waves, but sweetly there 
Had rocked itself to slumber. The blue sky 
Leaned silently above, and all Its high 
And azure-circled roof, beneath the wave, 
Was Imaged back, and seemed the deep to pave 
"With its transparent beauty. While, between 
The waves and sky, a few white clouds were seen 
Moating upon their wings of feathery gold, 
As if they knew some charm the universe enrolled. 

A holy stillness came, while, in the ray 
Of heaven's soft light, a delicate foam-wreath lay 
Like silver on the sea. Look ! look I why shine 
Those floating bubbles, with such light divine? 
They break, and from their midst a lily form 
Rises from out the wave, in beauty warm, 
The wave is by the blue-veined feet scarce prest* 
Her silky ringlets float about her breast, 
"Veiling its fairy loveliness. While her eye 
Is soft and 'deep as the blue heaven is high, 
The beautiful Is born, and sea and earth 
May well revere the hour of that mysterious birth. 

JR. a. w. 


WHAT shall we say of flowers those flawing banners 
of the vegetable world, which march in such various and 
splendid triumph before the coining 1 of its fruits? 

Duke of Ar gyle. 

OF too much beauty let us complain when we have had a 
spring day too delightful, a sunbeam too delicately spun, an 
autumn too abundant. The finest writers in the world have 
been the most luxuriant. 


NATURE never did betray 
The heart that loved her. } Tis her privilege, 
Through all the years of this our life, to lead 
From joy to joy ; for she can so inform 
The rnind that is within us, so impress 
With quietness and beauty, and so feed 
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, 
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, 
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all 
The dreary intercourse of daily life, 
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb 
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold, 
Is full of blessings. 

Therefore let the moon 
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk ; 
And let the misty mountain winds be free 
To blow against thee ; and, in after years. 
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured 
Into a sober pleasure ; when the mind 
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms; 
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place 
For all sweet sounds and harmonies ; oh! then, 
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, 
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts 
Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, 
And these my exhortations 1 



D your souls sd high, that constantly 
The smile of your heroic cheer may 
Above all floods of earthly agonies, 
Purification being the joy of pain. 

JEJliza^eth S. JBrowning 

A THIKG of beauty is a joy forever; 

Its loveliness increases; it will never 

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep 

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 

Therefore on every morrow are we wreathing 

A flowery band to bind us to the earth, 

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth 

Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, 

Of all the unhealthy and o'erdarkened ways 

Made for our searching; yes, in spite of all, 

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall 

From our dark spirits. 


MY heart is awed within me, when I think 
Of the great miracle that still goes on 
In silence round me the perpetual work 
Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed 
Forever. Written on thy works I read 
The lesson of thy own eternity. 
Ix>! all grow old and die but, see again! 
How on the faltering footsteps of decay 
Youth presses ever gay and beautiful youth 
In all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees 
Wave not less proudly than their ancestors 
Moulder beneath them. Oh, there is not lost 
One of earth's charms; upon her bosom yet, 
After the fight of untold centuries, 
The freshness of her far beginning lies, 
And yet shall lie. 



As nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, 
So poets live upon the living light of nature and beauty. 

$ alley* 

GOD has made this world very fair. He fashioned it in, 
beauty when there was no eye to behold it but his own. 
All along the wild forest he has carved the forms of beauty. 
Every hill and dale and tree and landscape is a picture of 
beauty. Every cloud and mist- wreath and vapor-veil is a 
shadowy reflection of beauty. Every spring and rivulet, 
every river and lake and ocean, is a glassy mirror of beauty. 
Every diamond and rock and pebbly beach is a mine of 
beauty. Every sea and planet and star is a blazing face 
of beauty. All along the aisles of earth, all over the arches 
of heaven, all through the expanse of the universe, are scat- 
tered in rich and infinite profusion the life germs of beauty. 
All natural motion is beauty in action. From the mote 
that plays its little frolic in the sunbeam, to the world that 
blazes along the sapphire spaces of the firmament, are visi- 
ble the ever varying features of the enrapturing spirit of 

ALL things have something more than barren use'. 

There is a scent upon the brier, 
A tremulous splendor in the autumn dews; 

Cold morns are fringed with fire. 

The clodded earth goes up in sweet- breathed flowers; 

In music dies poor human speech; 
And in beauty blow those hearts of ours ' 

When love is born in each. 

Life is transfigured in the soft and tender 

Light of love, as a volume dun 
Of rolling smoke becomes a wreathed splendor 

In the declining sun. 

Alexander Smith* 


FLOW on forever, In thy glorious robe 
Of terror and of beauty. God hath set 
His rainbow on thy forehead, and the clouds 
Mantled around thy feet; and he doth give 
Thy voice of thunder power to speak of Mm 
Eternally, bidding- the lip of man 
Keep silence, and upon thy rocky altar pour 
Incense of awe-struck praise. 

Mrs* Slgowrney^ 
(Apostrophe to Niagara.) 

THE flowers of rhetoric are only acceptable when backed 
by the evergreens of truth and sense. 


EACH In his hidden sphere of joy or woe, 
Our hermit-spirits dwell and range apart; 

Our eyes see all around, in gloom or glow, 

Hues of their own, fresh borrowed from the heart. 

I STOOD beside my window one stormy winter day, 

And watched the light, white snow flakes flutter past; 
And I saw, though each one wandered Its silent, separate 


They all sank down upon the ground at last. 
"So men must He down, too," I said, 
" "When life is past." 

From out the selfsame window, when soft spring days were 


I watched the fair, white clouds that sailed the blue; 
Could those bright, pearly wonders far up in heaven's high 


Be the old, wintry snow-banks that I knew? 
" So men shall one day rise again," 
I whispered, " too." 

Caroline Leslie. 


THE path of duty in this world is not all gloom or sadness 
or darkness. Like the roads of the South, it is hedged 
with everbloom, pure and white as snow. It is only when 
we turn to the right hand or the left that we are lacerated 
by piercing thorns and concealed dangers. 

Jtev. James Dinsmore Jerr. 

SWEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright, 

The bridal of the earth and sky, 
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, 

For thou must die. 

George Herbert. 

""WHITHER amidst lalling dew, 

While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, 
Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue 

Thy solitary way? 

There is a power whose care 

Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, 
The desert and illimitable air, 

Lone wandering, but not lost. 

He who, from zone to zone, 

G-uides through the bound less sky thy certain flight, 
In the long way that I must tread alone 
Will lead my steps aright. 

(To a Water Fowl.) 

OH heart of God that pities all! 

Oh Love that gives and takes away! 
Confused and faint, on thee we call, 

Yet know not how we ought to pray. 

Save this, that in our doubt and fear, 

We wait as loving children should; 
We cannot see nor far nor near, 

But trust that somehow all is good. 



THERE is a pleasure In the pathless wootls^ 
There is a rapture on the lonely shore; 

There is society, where none intrudes, 
By the deep sea, and music in its roar. 


A*sr hour of solitude, passed in sincere and earnest prayer 
or conflict with, and conquest over, a single passion or sub- 
tle bosom sin, will teach us more of thought, will more 
effectually awaken the faculty, and form the babit of reflec- 
tion than a year's study in the schools without them. 


NATURE denied him much, 

But gave him at his birth what most he values 
A passionate love for music, sculpture, painting; 
For poetry the language of the Gods; 
For all things here or grand or beautiful 
The setting sun, a lake among the mountains, 
The light of an ingenuous countenance, 
And what transcends them all a noble action. 


POET! I come to touch thy lance with mine; 

Not as a knight, who on the listed field 

Of tournay touched his adversary's shield 

In token of defiance, but in sign 
Of homage to the mastery, which is thine 

In English song; nor will I keep concealed, 

And voiceless as a rivulet frost-congealed, 

My admiration for thy verse divine. 
Not of the howling dervishes of song, 

"Who craze the brain with their delirious dance, 

Art thou, O sweet historian of the heart! 
Therefore to thee the laurel leaves belong, 

To thee our love and our allegiance, 

For thy allegiance to the poet's art. 

Henry W. Longfellow to Alfred Tennyson. 


To the pure mind alone hath solitude 

Its charms. To that base nature which 

Runs to daily riot in the carnival of 

Sin, there is no sweetness in the calm 

Seclusion of the forest shade. 

For the deep quiet that doth reign 

Around is but a torturing contrast 

To the sad turmoil within the breast, 

And there would conscience sting him to the quick. 

But, to the mind endued with nobler 

Aims, it is a treat, indeed, to seat one's 

Self upon some fallen trunk, which in 

Its palmy days upreared itself in stately 

Pride, and waived on high its vernal 

Branches in the summer breeze, and 

There to feast the eyes on the rich 

Landscape spread before our gaze, while 

On the listening ear doth fall the melody 

Of singing birds, the hum of insects, and 

The soft sound of tinkling bells, borne 

By the well-fed kine, as wandering 

Homewards they stoop to crop the dewy herbage by 

the way. 

And though, perchance, we may not 
Own one foot of soil on which we look, 
Yet is the whole beauteous picture ours. 
Framed in its fair margin of shady 
Woods and sunlit skies. 'Tis from 
A scene like this, the soul doth rise 
On eager wings, to lay its tribute of 
Adoring praise before that Being bright. 
Who made the earth and clothed it with 
Its vernal robe, and spangled it with 
Perfumed flowers, decked it with the 
Golden light of day, and gave it as 
A heritage for man. To Him be all the praise ! 


WE will grieve not ; rather find 

Strength in what remains behind, 

In the primal sympathy, 

Which having been must ever be, 

In the soothing thoughts that spring 

Oat of human suffering, 

In the faith that looks through death, 

In years that bring the philosophic mind. 


COME ! for thy day, thy wasted day, Is closing, 

With all its joy and sun; 
Bright, loving hours have pass'd thee by, unheeded; 

Thy work on earth undone 

And all thy race unrun. 

Folly and pleasure hast thou still been chasing, 

With the world's giddy throng; 
Beauty and love have been thy golden Idols; 

And thou hast rushed along, 

Still list'ning to their song. 

Sorrow and weeping thou hast cast behind thee; 

For what were tears to thee? 
Life was not life without the smile and sunshine; 

Only in revelry 

Did wisdom seem to be. 

Unclasp, O man! the syren hand of pleasure; 

Let the gay folly go! 
A few quick years will bring the unwelcome ending; 

Then whither dost thou go 

To endless joy, or woe? 

Clasp a far truer hand, a kinder, stronger, 

Of Him, the crucified ; i 

Let in a deeper love into thy spirit 

The love of Him who died, 

And now is glorified! 


Do you see, my friend, that beautiful picture of Corregio, 
and again, that Yenus of Titian, and that incomparable 
picture of Annibale Carracci? Ah! my poor friend, I must 
quit all that. Adieu, dear paintings that I have loved so 
much, and that have cost me so dear! 

Cardinal Mazarin. 

TEARS, idle tears I know not what they mean 
Tears from the depth of some divine despair 
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, 
In looking on the happy Autumn fields, 
And thinking of the days that are no more. 


O PIETY! O heavenly piety! 

She is not rigid, as fanatics deem, 

But warm as love, and beautiful as hope. 

Prop of the weak, the crown of humbleness, 
The clue of doubt, the eyesight of the blind, 
The heavenly robe and garniture of clay. 

He that is crowned with that supernal crown, 
Is lord and sovereign of himself and fate, 
And angels are his friends and ministers. 

Clad in that raiment, ever white and pure, 
The wayside mire is harmless to defile, 
And rudest storms sweep impotently by. 

The pilgrim wandering amid crags and pits, 
Supported by that staff shall never fall: 
He smiles at peril and defies the storm. 

Shown by that clue, the doubtful path is clear; 
The intricate snares and mazes of the world 
Are all uniabyrinthed and bright as day. 

Sweet piety! divinest piety! 

She has a soul capacious as the spheres, 

A heart as large as all humanity. 


Who to his dwelling' takes that visitant, 
Has a perpetual solace in all pain, 
A friend and comforter in every grief. 

The noblest domes, the haughtiest palaces 
That know not her, have ever open gates 
"Where misery may enter at her will. 

But from the threshold of the poorest hut^ 
"Where she sits smiling, sorrow passes by, 
And owns the spell that robs her of her sting. 

IT is thy voice that floats above the din, 

Clear as a silver bell; 
We hear thee, Saviour ! through the strife of sin, 

Thy servants heed thee well; 
Beyond all others, through the upper air 

That voice comes pure and sweet, 
Like chimes, that from a steeple tall and fair, 

Break o'er the clamorous street. 

Not all, O Lord ! may walk erect and know 

The music of that sound; 
Some cannot hear thee till their heads are low, 

Ay, level with the ground! 
And yet for them, heart- humbled and alone* 

Spurned as the crowds go by, 
There is a power in the royal tone 

To set them up on high. 

Thy sheep shall hear thy voice, on plain or hill, 

Through flood or wilderness, 
In the green pastures, by the waters still, 

In joy or sharp distress, 
Thy call will reach them, sometimes loud and near, 

Then faint and far away; 
O thou good Shepherd ! grant that heart and ear 

May listen and obey ! 



MASTER ! to do great work for thee, ray hand 
Is far too weak. Thou givest what may suit 
Some little chips to cut with care minute, 

Or tint, or grave, or polish. Others stand 

Before their quarried marble, fair and grand, 
And make a life-work of the great design 
Which thou hast traced; or, many-skilled, combine 

To build vast temples, gloriously planned, 

Yet take the tiny stones which I have wrought, 
Just one by one, as they were given by thee, 

Not knowing what came next in thy wise thought. 

Set each stone by thy master hand of grace, 
Form the mosaic as thou wilt, for me, 

And in thy temple' pavement give it place. 

Frances Ridley Saver gal. 

I THOUGHT to work for Him. " Master !" I said, 
" Behold how wide the fields, and the good seed 
How few to sow. For Thee all toil were sweet 
Oh, bid me go! " He stayed my eager feet. 
" Not tha^ my child ! the task I have for thee." 

" Thou seest, Lord ! how white the harvest bends, 
How worn the reapers are. Their cry ascends 
For help, more help to garner up the grain 
Here am I, Lord! send me." Alas! In vain! 
The Master saith, " Let others bind the sheaves." 

" Thy lambs, dear Lord ! are straying from the fold. 
Their feet are stumbling o'er the mountains cold. 
Far in the night I hear their piteous cry 
Let me bring back the wanderers ere they die." 

"No. Other hands must lead them home again." 

" Dear Master ! dost thou see the bitter tears 
The mourners shed? Through all the long sad years. 
Their wails ascend. Wilt thou not bid me say, 
Thy hand shall wipe each mourner's tears away! " 

cc My child ! I know their griefs, and I will heal !" 


u 'Tis not for thee to sow the deathless seed, 
Nor thine to bind the sheaves; nor thine to lead 
The lost lambs back into their fold again, 
Nor yet to soothe the heart sore crushed with pain; 
For thee, my child I another task is set." 

And then He led me to my darkened room, 
And there amid the silence and the gloom f 
My task I found. But I am well content 
To bear the pain and weakness He hath 
Rejoiced that I can suffer for His sake. 

WHY shouldst thou fill to-day with sorrow 
About to-morrow, 

My heart? 

One watches all with care most true ; 
Doubt not that He will give thee, too. 

Thy part. 

Only be steadfast; never waver, 
Nor seek earth's favor. 

But rest; 

Thou knowest what God wills must be 
For all Hs creatures, so for thee. 
The best. 

Paul Fleming. 

THERE is no death 1 what seems so is transition; 

This life of mortal breath 
Is but the suburb of the life elysian 

Whose portals we call death. 


OUR. dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten 
them ; they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; 
they know all our penitence, all our aohing sense that their 
place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest 

relic of their presence. 

George Eliot. 


HALT! Who passes, friend or foe? 

Friend? Advance! The countersign ! 
What! No word? Surely I know 

That step of thine. 

'T is mine ancient enemy, 

Woe betide his stealthy grace I 
Through the shadows I can see 

How he veils his face. 

List the murmur of the pines, 
Like a dirge, mournful and low 1 

How the dusky, clinging vines 
Waver to and fro ! 

Help! his hand is at my heart! 

Whither has my courage flown? 
Is there none to take my part? 

Must I fall alone? 

I have fought thee long and well 

All in vain I at last I yield! 
Lo! the mask that veiled him fell, 

And an angel stood revealed ! 

A. PL 8. 

THERE is no death! The stars go down 

To shine upon some fairer shore, 
And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown 

They shine for evermore. 

There is no death! The dust we tread 
Shall change beneath the summer showers 

To golden grain, or mellow fruit, 
Or rainbow-tinted flowers. 

There is no death! The leaves may fall, 
The flowers may fade and pass away 

They only wait through wintry hours 
The coming of the May. 


There is no death! An angel form 
Walks o'er the earth with silent tread, 

He bears our best beloved away, 
And then we call them u dead, n 

He leaves our hearts all desolate, 

He plucks our fairest, sweetest flowers 

Transplanted into bliss, they now 
Adorn immortal bowers. 

The birdlike voice, whose joyous tones 
Make glad this scene of sin and strife, 

Sings now in everlasting song 
Amid the tree of life. 

And where he sees a smile too bright, 
Or hearts too pure for taint and vice, 

He bears them to that world of light, 
To dwell in paradise. 

Born into that undying life, 

They leave us but to come again; 
With joy we welcome them the same 

Except in sin and pain. 

And ever near us, though unseen, 

The dear immortal spirits tread, 
For all the boundless universe 

Is life there are no dead 1 

Lord Lytton, 

THOU canst not frown, O Death! Thy sullen brow 

Is marble-cast; thine ear is deaf and dead 

To sound; thine eyes are blind, and thou art led 

By wandering chance, nor knowest where or how; 

Nor smile nor frown can move thy visage, now, 

To fill the cup of joy, or pain. 5 Tis said 

Thou hast no touch of sorrow for the bed 

Of anguish; thou dost scorn both weal and woe, 

And, merciless and pitiless, dost change 


The purposes of men, with frosted breath; 

Dost snap sweet ties and gentle bonds of love, 

And in thy prison-house the grave with strange, 

Relentless hand, dost bind the soul, O Death ! 

And cheat the spirit of its home above. 

Yet, Death ! thou art not victor. Through the gloom 

Of thy veiled face, like some dim-visioned height 

In shadow, dawns the spirit's quenchless light 

The vast reality of love to loom 

Beyond the shuddering silence of the tomb! 

O, Christly faith ! but lift, in gentle might, 

The standard of thy Master, and the night 

Doth melt in day, sublimer thought doth bloom 

And flower, and holier laws compel the heart, 

Till, uncompelled, all souls, made true as free, 

Shall hear, enwrapped, the voiceless, heavenly choirs, 

In unimagined glorias, impart 

The perfect song of immortality, 

The full fruition of divine desires ! 

S. H. Thayer. 

CALL me not dead when I, indeed, have gone 
Into the company of the ever-living, 
High and most glorious poets ! Let thanksgiving 

Rather be made. Say, " He- at last hath won 

Rest and release, converse supreme and wise, 
Music and song and light of immortal faces. 
To-day, perhaps, wandering in starry places, 

He hath met Keats, and known him by his eyes. 

To-morrow (who can say?) Shakespeare may pass, 
And our lost friend just catch one syllable 
Of that three-centuried wit that kept so well. 

Or Milton, or Dante, looking on the grass, 
Thinking of Beatrice, and listening still 
To chanted hymns that sound from the heav- 
enly hill. 


ECHOES. 221 

So live, that when thy summons comes to join 
The innumerable caravan which mores 
To that mysterious realm, where each shall 
His chamber in the silent halls of death, 
Thou go not like the quarry-slave at nighfc 
Scourged to his dungeon ; but, sustained and sooth'd 
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave 
Like one that draws the drapery of his coach 
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. 



THEKB are many echoes in the world, and but few voices. 

'TONES are the cadences which emotion gives to thought. 

Herbert Spencer. 

Music is the inarticulate speech of the heart, which can- 
not be compressed into words, because it is infinite. 


WORDS are not essential to the existence of thought 

only to its expression. 

Dugald Stewart. 

THINKING- is the talking of the soul with itself. 


WERE it not for music we might, in these days, say, the 

beautiful is dead. 

D 'Israeli. 


Music has a grammar and a syntax, but no speech. Har- 
mony is the angelic and divine tongue. No words are 
necessary to ecstacy. When the soul speaks its syllables 
are sighs, and its eloquence the melody of the birds. 

John W. Forney. 

THE music of art is but the imitation of the music of 
nature; there are voices of grief in the winds, joy in the 
songs of spring and melody in the rippling stream. These 
jEolian strains God employs to educate the finer feelings; 
and man, conspiring to the same result, adds these artificial 
charms, which elevate the sentiment, quicken the imagina- 
tion, touch the heart, transport the soul and draw the finite 
closer to the infinite. 

W. H. JRobertson. 

Music, as it rises from the family altar or echoes from 
the sanctuary, addresses the highest and holiest emotions 
of the soul. 

Rev. J. M. Smith. 

music grieves, the past 
Eeturns in tears. 

Alexander Smith. 

Music, in its highest form, seems a pensive memory. 

David Swing. 

THE foot always steps more lightly and willingly when 
there is a band of music in front. 

David Swing. 

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and 
bring tears from the eyes of woman. 


SONG shall be heard as long as fields are green, and 
skies are blue, and woman's face is fair. 

Alexander Smith. 

ECHOES. 223 

POETEY is the marriage of music to passionate sentiment. 

MUSICAL! how much lies in that A musical thought is 
one spoken by a mind that has penetrated into the inner- 
most heart of the thing, detected the inmost mystery of it, 
namely, the melody that lies hidden in it, the inward har- 
mony of coherence which is its soul, whereby it exists^ 
has a right to be in this world. All inmost things, we may 
say, are melodious, naturally utter themselves in song. 
The meaning of song goes deep. Who is there that in logi- 
cal words can express the effect music has on us. A kind 
of inarticulate, unfathomable speech which leads us to the 
edge of the infinite, and lets us for moments gaze into that. 


WHEN troubles come, go at them with songs. When 
griefs arise, sing them down. Lift the voice of praise 
against cares. They sing in heaven, and among God's peo- 
ple on earth; song is the appropriate language of Christian 


THE devil cannot stand music. 

THE man that hath no music in himself, 
Nor is not moved by concord of sweet sounds, 

Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. 
# * * # 

Let no such man be trusted. 


THIS is the luxury of music. It touches every key of 
memory, and stirs all the hidden springs of sorrow and of 
joy. I love it for what it makes me forget, and for what it 

makes me remember. 

JBelle JBrittain. 


WHAT martial music is to marching men, should song 

be to humanity. 

Alexander Smith. 

THE musician by profession hears, in an orchestral per- 
formance, every instrument, and every single tone, whilst 
one unacquainted with the art is wrapped up in the mas- 
sive effect of the whole. 


WHAT is commonly called musical criticism is a misnomer. 
If we have heard a piece of music before, if it be pleasantly 
associated in our history, if it recall fond scenes of the past, 
which we would fain renew, we love it, we praise its every 
repetition, the merits of the tune being measured by the 
amount of emotion it has stirred within us. Now all this is 
purely personal, and, in truth, not far from selfish. Such 
judgments are worthless, being often unsound in fact, and 
always unsafe in principle. 

Jonathan Edwards^ D.D. 

POETRY, and its twin-sister, Music, are the most sublime 
and spiritual of arts, and are much more akin to the genius 
of Christianity, and minister far more copiously to the pxir- 
poses of devotion and edification than Architecture, Paint- 
ing or Sculpture. They employ word and tone, and can 
speak thereby more directly to the spirit than the plastic 
arts by stone and color, and give more adequate expression 
to the whole wealth of thought and feeling. 


Music hath an impressive, as well as an expressive, power 
and purpose. 

Ira D. Sankey, 

Music! we love it for the buried hopes, the garnered 
memories, the tender feelings, it can summon at a touch. 

Miss L* E. Landon. 


AND the be music, 


Sim!! their Arabs, 

And as silently away. 

Music washes from the the of 


OH, let us carry hence, one, 

Some kindly word, some look, tone* 

Into Ms after-life, to be 

Treasured heart-deep and carried 

An echo from the distant sea, 

A thing of joy to memory, 
In all the years to come ! 

I STAND by every word I utter when I sing-, and feel I 
must to the death. It is not alone song" with me -melodi- 
ous sounds it is the lesson inculcated: hope in the future, 
bright joys to come, the mercy of an all-wise God. I 
would not sing a wicked or a frivolous word before my audi- 
ence for anything on earth. 

Madam Antoinette 

IT does seem that God in His mystery has some time 
put out the eyes of poets, and stopped the ears of musicians, 
to admit them to glimpses of His own glories, and whisper 
to them His own harmonies. 

A. JP. 

LITKEATURH is the immortality of speech. 


THE literature of an age is but the mirror of its prevalent 

The Nation. 



of the a^e Is tiie photograph of Its 

David Swing. 

u Give me no anecdotes of an an- 
me Iws works; " and yet I have often found 
the are interesting than the works. 


I HAVI never met but one roan who knew how to read 
intelligently, and that is James A. G-arfield. He 

the to understand Emerson's writings is to 
at the end and read backwards. 

JBronson Alcott. 

THE true test of poetry is the substance which remains 
the poetry is reduced to prose. 


OF eTery noble work the silent part is best; 

Of all expression, that which cannot be expressed. 

W. W. Story. 

His choicest Terse is harsher-toned than he. 

(On Longfellow). 

man has some peculiar train of thought which he 
falls back upon when aloae. This, to a great degree, molds- 
the man. 

Dugald Stewart. 

You don't want a diction gathered from the newspapers* 
caught from the air, wttiaion and unsuggestive; but you 
want one whose erery word is foil-freighted with suggestion 
and association, with beattty and power. 


THOSK that think must govern those that toil. 



is Worils p/mrwl 

are to the of 

can cv erything are by a 

Let the in every line, ia 
every word. 

A LTTTLB snd truly 

Can deeper joy Impart 
Than of words the 

But never touch the 

that have nothing to confer 
Find little to perceive. 


NOTHING will make a man more persuasive than to really 
need a thing, and to be determined to have it* 

I HAVE always dreaded to provoke reason, but never in- 

FICTION hath in it a higher end than fact *T is the pos- 
sible when compared with the merely positive. 

represent our fictions as though they were realities, 
while you preach your realities as though they were fictions* 

An Actor to a Minium** 

ACCUSTOM thyself carefully to attend to what is said by 
another, and, as much as possible, be in the speaker's mind. 

Marcus Awelim. 

can refute assertions^ but wiio can refute silence? 



Write from to heart, 

Truly you seem. 

act IB the of emotion; let reason answer 



Tmm element of criticism Is taste. 

SainU Heuve. 

A BOIUI> surprise at a belief Is sometimes the best argu- 

against it, 

London Quarterly. 

THE more we study httman nature, the less we think of 

men, ike more of man. 

Theodore Tilton. 

IT is . matter of the simplest demonstration that no man 
can be really appreciated bat by Ms equal or superior., 

with all bis georas, failed to create any 

great religious character. 

Ajtla/nMc Monthly. 

TUB pointer ha but one sentence to utter, but one mo- 
ment to exhibit; he cannot like the poet or historian expa- 
tiate and impress. 

Sir Joshua Reynolds. 

IT Is easy enoagh to draw an eye; the difficulty Is to 
paint a look. 


A PICTTOB is a poem; without words. 


the of century, be as 

in the of as we 

the consolers of 

ETJBRY man carries In Ms own 
are to be found la all the galleries of the world. 

THE Jew is the pilgrim of commerce, trading with every 
nation and blending with none. 

Cony^eare S 

No nation has treated in poetry moral ideas with more 
energy and depth than the English. There, it seems tome, 
is the great merit of the English poets. 


WHEN you see me lounging about the garden, and prun- 
ing a rosebush, you probably suppose that I am thinking- of 
nothing else, when, perhaps, I am deliberating on mm 
weighty matter on which I have to decide. 

Arck&ukop Whately* 

GENIUS is only a superior power of seeing. 

DUTY and to-day are ours; results and futurity belong to 


Horace Ghreely. 

IF there is any person whom you dislike, that is the very 
person of whom you ought never to speak. 


THE next dreadful thing to a battle lost Is a battle won. 



and cunning, 

all the light; 

Whether whether winning, 

in God, and do the right 

will io?e some will hate tfaee, 

will latter, will slight; 

from look above thee, 

Trust in God, and do the right 

Jtforman JSfacleod* 


THB firefly only shines when on the wing; 
So with the mind ; when once we rest,* we darken. 


IH life we always beliere that we are seeking repose, 
while, In reality, all that we ever seek is agitation. 


IT Is ever the contest that pleases its, and not the vic- 
tory. Thus It is in play ; thus it is in hunting ; thus it 
is in the sew* of ; thus it is in life. The past does 

not interest % tbe present does not satisfy, the future 
alooe is the object which engages us* 

$tr William Hamilton* 

OFB hopes like towering falcons aim 
At objects in a airy height^ 

But all the pleasure of the game- 
Is afar off to view tike Sight. 


WEIP not the ; did if 

A *t to 

of getting a rut It be dif- 

ficult for you to yourself* 

j. jyr. 

WHEST we see the dishonor of a it is to 

renounce it. 

THE mattock will make a deeper hole in the 
than lightning. 

Horace Mann. - 

Do not wait for extraordinary opportunities for 
actions, but make use of common situations. A long- con- 
tinued walk is better thaa a short flight. 


MAINTAIN the place where thou standest. 


A MAN'S best friends are bis ten ingers. 


A MAN* living amid the advantages and activities of the 
nineteenth century is a condensed Metktmalak 


THE only way to shine, even in this false world, is to be 
modest and unassuming. Falsehood may be a thick crust, 
but, in*the course of time, truth will find a place to break 



PABLOE feasts extinguish kitchen Ires. 



I no since a good manner 

the lias failed. 


is in nature a genera! inclination to make 


is but a hideous in the darkness right 

is an raj. 

Victor Hugo. 

WOBDS are keener than steel, 

And mightier far for woe than for weal. 

Joaquin Miller. 

WHILE ThanksgiYing has its foundation on Plymouth 

Rock, Christmas rests apon the Rock of Ages. 

(JAcsrte Dudley Warner. *~ 

is the best introducer. 


wind Is fair, 
Wfaea we are lyiag from ntlsfortuae. 


Till Bftgiisfe people are like a barrel of their own ale 
on the top froth, on the bottom dregs, but in the middle 


I WISH you not only liappy New Year, but a happy 

W. S. Plwmer, D.7). 

THERE is that in some men, which, if not chilled by ad- 

versity, would gird to the world 

WHAT we our 


A for 

The high-souled virtues 


A begin at the very of his 

That is not glad to see thee! 

THE earth and air feed the plants, the plants the 

animals, the animals feed the earth and air. This is the 
great circle of nutrition in nature. 

J*. JF, WMttaker, M. D. 

TIME and patience will change the mulberry leaf to 

Proverb. -~ 

THEEB are some deeds so grand 
That their mighty doers stand 
Ennobled, in a moment, more than kings* 


THE surest way of making a dupe is to let your victim 
suppose that you are his. 


THOSE who have finished by making all others think 
with them, have usually been those who began by daring 
to think for themselves. 


IT is a great matter to be in the way of accident^ and to 
be watchful and ready to take advantage of it. 

Sir Joshua Reynolds. 

IT from the land of spirits, 

If any which lie merits, 

Or which ho obtains. 


Napoleon. **- 

use of Is to be a shield against calumny. 


he carries in his heart. 



You will finil poetry nowhere, unless you bring some 



WHSHT a man year advice, he generally wants 

your praise. 



Tun best thing one oaa do is to cultivate one's garden. 


HB who bas most of heart knows most of sorrow. 


have thorns and silver fouafcains mud. 


WHY all this toil for triumph of an hour ? Young. 

Lifers a short Summer,, uaai* a flower. Johnson. 

BY terns we catch the vital breath and die Pope. 

The cradle and the tomb, alas ! so nigh. Prior. 

To be is better than not to be, Sewell. 

Though all man's life may seem a tragedy. Spencer. 

Bur light cares speak when mighty griefs are dumb, Daniell. 
The bottom is but shallow whence they come. Maleigh. 


YOITR is but the of all; 

to no tSoMt/*w*U. 


Fortune folly her 

CUSTOM often 

And a oa a fooL 

LITE well ; how long or to 

They who forgive be 

may be clasped so we see Its 

Vile Intercourse where virtue lias no place, 

keep each passion down, however dear, 
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile aod tear. JBamn. 

HER sensual snare let faithless pleasure lay, Smollett. 

With craft and skill to ruin betray. Cralbe. 

SOAK not too high to fall, but stoop to rise ; 

We masters grow of all that we despise. C&wley* 

THBK I renounce that Impious self-esteem; 

Riches have wings, and grandeur Is a dream. Cowper. 

THINK: not ambition wise because 'tis brave; Dave/taut. 
The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Gray. 

WHAT is ambition? 3 T Is a glorious cheat! Willi*. 

Only destructive to the brave and great* Atldi&on* 

WHAT'S all the gaudy glitter of a crown? Dryden. 

The way to bliss lies not on beds of down. Qu&rl8, 

How long we live, not years but actions tell ; "Watkins. 
That man lives twice who lives the first life well. JSerrick. 

THB trust that's given, guard, and to yourself be just, Dana. 

For, live we how we can, yet die we must. Shakespeare. 

(Compiled by MBS. EL A. 

I CAN WOT a virtue, unex- 

never out and sees her 


A of the hand takes my heart. 

iV.P. Willis. 

MAST'S powers point him god ward. 


&re naturally tempted by the devil, but an idle man 

tempts the devil. 

Spanish Proverb. 

IT Is remarkable with what Christian fortitude and resig- 
nation we can bear the sufferings of other people. 

Dean Swift. 

the world frowns we can face It, but let it smile, 
we are undone. 


temper, like a sunny day, sheds a brightness over 
everything ; it is the sweetener of toil and the soother of 



TUB greatest pleasure I know Is to do a good action by 
stealth,, and to have it found out by accident. 

Charles Lamb. 

THAT Is ever the difference between the wise and the un- 

wise; the latter wonders at what Is unusual, the wise man 
wonders at the usual. 


is the soul that animates all the enjoyments of 


Sir W. Temple. 


is not so a sin 

FOKTY years is the old age of youth, Is the 

you tli of old age* 


RECALL to mind the heavier of 

may bear more lightly your own little 


THEBE is some thing still more to be & 

Jesuit, and that is a Jesuitess. 

JSnyene $m* 

THE human heart refuses to believe in a universe without 
a purpose. 


You may depend upon it, there are as good hearts to 
serve men in palaces as in cottages. 

THE most skillful flattery is to let a person talk on, and 
be a listener. 


THINGS that never happen are often as much realities to 
us in their effects as those that are accomplished. 


THOSE with whom we can apparently become well ac- 
quainted ifi a few moments, are generally the most difficult 
to rightly know and understand. 

THE fretful stir, 

Unprofitable, and the fever of the world 
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. 



WE are and by we love. 


of as as they we judge of our- 

as we feel. 

Hannah More. 

is a serious and resolute egotism that makes a 
to his friends, mud formidable to his oppo- 


E. P Whipple. 

A JUDICIOUS reticence is hard to learn, but it is one of 

the Brent lessons of life, 


I BATE lived to know that the secret of happiness is 
never to let your energies stagnate. 

Adam Clarke. 

ALL persons are not discreet enough to know how to take 

tilings by the right handle* 


THE negative part of a conversation is often as impor- 

tant as. its positive* 

Theodore Winthrop. 

A MAN behind the times is apt to speak ill of them, on 
the principle that nothing looks well from behind. 


be as solicitous to shun, applause as assiduous to 

deserve It 


for art* not for truth, not for God, will we give up 
our ease. We will only give it up for money, and that to 

purchase future ease. 

Mound Table. 


Is our 

WB in one; we 

demand consistency of every one. 

A FAMB, though it but ft 

carrieth much impression 

JS0t %? 

EVEET man who in any a 

path more or less bedewed by the tears of those he 
on his way. 


IF a man has any brains at all, let him hold on to his 
calling, and ia the grand sweep of things* his turn will 
come at last. 




ALL may have, 
If they dare choose, a glorious life or grave. 

G-eorge Herbert. 

To live in hearts we leave behind 
Is not to die. 


HOWEVER it be, it seems to me 
*T is only noble to be good. 


PROCRASTINATION is the thief of time; 
Year it til! all are fled, 

to the of a moment, leave 

The vast concerns of an eternal scene. 

NOT yet dead, 
But In old marbles ever beautiful. 

IT Is infamy to die and not be missed. 


*T is late before 
The brave despair* 


TH.EOW time away, 
Throw empires, and be blameless 
Moments sei^e. 

EVERT one has his day from which he dates. 


Wa should go into the world with small expectations- 
tad infinite patience. 

Good Words. 

BB good, my dear,, let who will be clever; 

Do noble things^ not dream them all day long; 
And so make life, death, and the vast forever, 

One grand, sweet song. 

Cfactrlm King$ley. 

Char Into the habit of looting for the silver lining of the 
cloud, and when yon have found it continue to look at it 

rather than at the leaden grmy la the middle. If will help 
YOU over many hard places. 

A. A, Wfttto, J>J). 



is a 

That gntllike 

Even from tlie of danger. 


selves are in reality for 

THERE is a past which is forever, but is a fu- 

ture which Is still our own. 

F. W. 

HE is a wise man who always knows to do next* 


WHO best can suffer, best can do. 


'T is man's nature 

To make the best of a bad thing 1 once past, 
A fitter and perplexed "What I do?* 

Is worse to man thaa worst necessity. 


No conflict is so severe as his who labors to subdue him- 



IF you want to succeed in the world you must make your 
own opportunities as you go on. The man who waits for 

some seventh wave to toss him on dry land, will find that the 
seventh wave is a long time coming. You can commit no 
greater folly than to sit by the roadside until some one 
comes along and invites you to ride with him to wealth or 


John J?. Gimyh. 

IT is In & good to be sail. 


will watch over himself when he is 

Ho examines his heart that there may be nothing 
he m;iy have no cause for clissatisfac- 

EACH son! redeemed from self and sin 
Must know its Calvary, 


Snow me the man you honor; I know by that symptom 
than by any other, what kind of a man yon are your- 
self; for you show me what yo-ur Ideal of manhood is, what 
kind of a man you long to be. 


IN* the moral life conscience predominates. 

Phillips Srooks. 

that respects mot is not respected. 


1 AM so mweb a utilitarian that I prefer the useful to the 

Sir William Hamilton. 

No one should b|am Neptune for a second shipwreck. 

Augusfo Pr&tult. 

WB must go head-foremost toward the world, but heart- 
forenaost toward GocL 

J. W. Scott, D.D. 

MY heart and mind and self never in tune; 
Sad for the foost part; then- in such m flow 
Of spirits- I seem now hero now buffoon. 


thy by the 

strength of virtue. 

WE live In the of 

J. A D.D. 

VICE stings us even In our 
us even ia our pains. 

BK ashamed of nothing but sin, 

METHOD In study, with a proper division of labor, 
give us time for leisure and recreation. 

Alfred Memn, D.D. 

WHAT I don't see 

Don't trouble me; 
And what I see 

Might trouble me, 
Did I not knoWj 

That it must be so. 


As you ascend the road of prosperity, may you never 
meet a friend coming down, 

UNLESS a mail has trained himself for his chance, the 
chance will only make him ridiculous. A great occasion is 
worth to a man exactly what his antecedents hare enabled 
him to make of it. 

William MatheM*. 

IN" deciding questions of truth and duty, remember that 
the wrong side has a crafty and powerful advocate in your 
own, heart. 

244 GLEAMS. 

A MAN'S In life will depend not 

so he OF upon what position he occu- 

pies, as he is s and the heart lie carries Into his 

S. JT. Wilson, D.D. 

Tire higher the sphere of life, the more fully does it hold 
particular Individuals must be many things to 
in*n, as Aristotle, Leibnitz, Shakespeare, Beethoven, 
Calvin, Napoleon. 


LOGICAL men, dogmatic men, rule the world. Aristotle, 
Kant, Augustine, Calvin these are the names that instant- 
ly systems, and systems that are exact, solid, and 
maintain their place from century to century. 


CURVED is the Hue of beauty. 
Straight is the line of duty; 
Follow the last and thou shalt see 
The other ever following thee. 

WIHBH a man is bora frooa above,, this world Is spoiled 
for him. 


FSOM the grave of a dead feope we may rise to newness 
of life. Let us be thankful for the pangs by which God 
brings us to Himself. 

Herrick Johnson, D. D. 

THE greatest men have been, those who have out their 
way to success through difficulties* 

F. W. Rob&rtson. 

THE heaven-sent man is always sueoessfoL 


LI F 245 

A CHRISTIAN is really lie Is so a 

Sunday be a to us to the 

discovery of ourselves. 


N" a can live 
From works on 
I know the Wood Ills 

Is dry as 

EVERY event of life points, If it not as on, to 

the cross, 


MANY of our cares ate but a morbid way of at 

our privileges. 


, what is m&n what the best of but at 

the best ? 

GOOTD will, like a good name, is got by many actions, and 

lost by one. 

TUB ends of culture, truly conceived, are best attained 
by forgetting culture and aiming higher. 


HAPPINESS is the congruity between a creature's nature 
and its circumstances. 

Sishop Eidler* 

PLEASURE is the reflex of unimpeded energy. 

Sir William Hamilton* 

THE best throw with the dice is to throw them away. 


of a life Is the most pow- 
erful In the world, next to the might of the Spirit 

TUB of a community, is an almost unfailing index 

of its 


worst of all knaves are those who can mimic their 


So strong the zeal t' immortalize himself 
Beats in the breast of man, that even a few, 
Few transient years, won from the abyss abhorr'd 
Of blank oblivion, seem to be a glorious prize. 

Bl like the bird, that, halting in her iight 

Awhile on boughs too slight, 
Feels them give way beneath her and yet sings, 

Knowing that she hath wings. 

Victor Hugo. 

THB drying up a single tear has more 
Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore. 


for those that love me, 
For those that know nie true, 
For the heaven that smiles abore me 

And waits my coming too; 
For the cause that needs assistance, 
For the wrongs that need resistance, 
For the future in the distance, 
For the good that I can do. 


Do to-day thy duty, 

IP you wish to win 

Ere to God you yield your life; 

If while on through journey, 

YouM be valiant In strife; 

If you'd nobly do your duty, 
Or the "still, voice w obey; 

Sit not idly thinking, dreaming, 
But work earnestly to-day. 

There are roads where you travel, 
There are where you can sail, 
You can beautify the wayside, 
Or with life-boats face the gale, 
You can help raise lofty temples, 
To show straying souls the way 
To win crowns of matchless glory; 
So work earnestly to-day. 


BUT what thou feast no need of,, and ere long 
sell thy necessaries. 


FAIL not in the harder trial; 

Faint not in the greater struggle. 

HB either fears his fate too much, 

Or his deserts are small, 
Who fears to put it to the touch, 

To win or lose it all 


THE worst is not, 
So long- as we can say, This is the worst 


EVERY mun^ life Is a plan of Geil 


WHO the solvent word for all these problems? 




IT is a very great thing to be able to bear the absence of 
and divine consolation, and for the love of God 
cheerfully to accept inward desolation, and never to seek 
nor upon one's deserts. 

Thomas ITempis. 

OH, what a tangled web we weave 
When first we practice to deceive ! 


WHEN our hatred is too keen, It places us beneath those 
we hate. 

I/a Rochefoucauld. 

PAINTI^O is my wife, and my works are my children. 

Michael Angela. 

THE least error should humble, but we should never per- 
mit even the greatest to discourage us. 

JSishop Potter. 

FROM torch reversed the flam 
Still streameth, rising straight; 

So struggleth up the brave man 
Stricken down by fate. 

Do you ask me in general what will be the end of the 
conflict? I answer, victory. But if you ask me in particu- 
lar, I answer, death. 


Aix of us a price* for tlw we ol>t;t:n- 

less the of all 

the way, from morning to noon, the toll 

of life. 


the pitfalls in our way > 
The of us blindly; 

So, man, be wary, pray, 

ABC! judge your brother kindly* 

GET leave to work; 
In this world ? t is the best you get at all; 

For God, in cursing, gives us better gifts 
Than man in benediction. God says, u 
For foreheads; n men say " crowns, 71 and so we are 

Ay, gashed by some tormenting circle of 
Which snaps with a secret spring. Get work, get work; 
Be sure *t is better than what you work to get, 


TIIEEE is a grandeur in the soul that 
To live out all the life God lit within; 
That battles with the passions hand to hand, 
And wears no mail, and hides behind no shield; 
That plucks its joy in the shadow of death's wing 1 * 
That drains with one deep draught the wine of life, 
And that with fearless foot and heaven-turned eyes 
May stand upon a dizzy precipice, 
High over t,he abyss of ruin, and not fall. 

Sara J. Clarke* 

FEW men die when or where they expect to. 


A DYING man can do nothing easy. 

Benjamin Franklin* 

Muni he read, 

seen; he studied from the life, 
And in the original perustnl mankind. 
Versed In the woes and vanities of life, 
pitied man. 


THIS monument flo^s not make thee famous, Euripides! 
but monument famous. 

Epitaph of 

So, when a good man dies, 

For years beyond Ms ken, 
The light he leaves behind him lies 

Upon the paths of men. 


THE best of all is ? G-od Is with us. 

John Wesley. 

PRAY more and worry less. 


thyself, and yet thyself despise; 

His nature BO man can o'errate, and none 
Can underrate his merit 


BY all means, use sometime to be alone; 

Salute thyself, see what thy soul doth wear; 
Dare to look in thy chest; for 't is thine own * 

And tumble up and down what thou findest there. 


though your sun is hid in gloom, 
And o'er your careworn, wrinkled brow, 
Grief spreads his shadows 't is the doom 
That falls on many now. 


OUR life but a a 

And, like the wind's 
We the 

LOOKING calmly yet humbly for the of ray 

career, which cannot be far 1 

'God for the me IE the 

an awe that is not fear, and a of 

does no! exclude hope* the my 

of the gates of the eternal world, 

WE are what the past has made as. The of the 

past are ourselves. The perishable emotions, and the mo- 
mentary acts of bygone years, are the scaffolding on which 

we built up the being that we are. As the tree is fertilized 
by its own broken branches and fallen leaves,, and grows 
oat of its own decay, so is the soul of man ripened out of 
broken hopes and blighted affections. 

F. W. 

WHO ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, 

Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours 

Weeping upon his bed hath sate, 

He knows ye not, ye Heavenly Powers! 

MY half- day's work is done, 

And this all my part, 
I give a patient God 

My patient heart, 

And clasp his banner still, 
Though all the blue be dim; 

These stripes, no less than stars, 
Lead after him. 

HE in sari sincerity; 

Himself from Go<l he could not free. 

Emerson on Mic/tael M Angelo* 

LEAVE Goil to order all thy ways, 
And hope in Him whatever betide; 

Thou 'It find Him in the evil days 
AM all-sufficient strength and guide; 

Who triifcits in GocPs unchanging love 
Builds 00 a rock that naught can move. 

George Newman* 

he hand that is guiding me through the shadow to 
the light, 

And I know that all betiding me is meted out aright; 
I know that the thorny p ft th I tread Is ruled by a golden 


And I know that the darker life's taogled thread, the richer 
the deep design. 

JBritish Evangelist, 

men, you are the architects of your own fortunes. 
Rely upon your own strength of body and soul. Take for 
your star, self-reliance. Don't take too much advice keep 
at your helm and steer your own ship, and remember that 
the great art of commanding is to take a fair share of the 
work. Think well of yourself. Strike out. Assume your 
own position. Put potatoes in a cart over a rough road, 
and the small ones go to the bottom. Rise above the envi- 
ous and jealous. Fire above the mark you intend to hit. 
Energy, invincible determination, with a right motive, are 
the levers that move the world. Be in earnest Be self- 
reliant. Be generous. Be civil. Bead the papers. Ad- 
vertise your business. Make money, and do good with it. 
Love your God and fellow-men. Love truth and virtue. 
Love your country and obey its laws. 

President Port&r. 

LI 253 

HE Hveth long who liveth well! 
AH other life Is vain; 

He lire tli longest who can tell 
Of living most for heavenly train. 

Ho livetii long wfeo liveth well! 

All else Is being away; 

He liveth longest tell 

Of true things only day. 

Waste not thy being; back to Him 

Who freely gave It, freely give; 
Else Is that being but a dream, 

T is but to be, and not to live. 

Be wise, and use thy wisdom well; 

Who wisdom speaks must live it too; 
He is the wisest who can tell 

How first he lived, then spoke the true. 

Be what thou seemest; live thy creecl^ 

Hold up to earth the torch divine; 
Be what thou prayest to be made ; 

Let the great Master's step be thine. 

Fill up each hour with what will last; 

Buy up the moments as they go; 
The life above when this is past 

Is the ripe fruit of life below. 

Sow truth if thou the truth wouldst reap; 

Who sows the false shall reap the vain; 
Erect and sound the conscience keep, 

From hollow words and deeds refrain. 

Sow love, and taste its fruitage pore; 

Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright; 
Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor, 

And find a harvest home of light. 

H. Bonaf. 


give nothing 1 for a young" man who did not be- 
gin life an enthusiasm of some kind; It shows at least, 
he had in thing good, lofty and generous 

his own standpoint. 

IT way be glorious to write 
Thought** that shall glad the two or three 
High souls, like those far stare that come in sight 
Once in a century. 

But better far it is to speak 
One simple word, which now and then 
Shall waken their free nature in the weak 
And friendless sons of men. 

To write some earnest verse or line, 
Which, seeking not the praise of art, 
Shall make a clearer faith and manhood smile 
In the untutored heart. 

He that doth this, in verse or prose, 
May be forgotten in his day, 
But surely shall be crowned at last with those 
Who lire and speak for aye. 

James JRussett Lowell. 

I LOTB poverty, because Jesus Christ loved it. I love 
wealth, because it gives me the means of assisting the 
wretched, I keep faith with all men. I do not render evil 
to those who do it to me; but I desire a state for them like 
to my own, in which I receive neither evil or good from 
the hand of man. I endeavor to be just, truthful, sincere 
and faithful to all men; and I have a tenderness of heart 
for those to whom God has united me more closely; and 
whether I am alone or in the sight of men, in all my actions 
I have in sight God, who must judge them, and to whom I 
have consecrated them all. 

Pascals Profession of Faith. 


As oilier men have creed, so 1 

I keep the Iioly In God, in 

And In the angels ministrant between; 

1 hold to one true church of all true aouta, 

Whose churchly seal is neither broad nor 

Kor laying- on of hands, nor holy oil, 

But only the annotating of God's grace; 

I hate all kings and caste and of birth, 

For all the sons of man are of God; 

Nor limps a beggar but Is nobly born, 
Nor wears a slave * yoke, nor czar a crown, 

That makes him more or than Just a 
I love my country and her righteous cause, 
So dare I not keep silent of her sin; 
And after freedom may her bells ring ! 

I love one woman with a faoly fire, 

"Whom I revere as priestess of my bouse; 

I stand with wondering awe before my babes 

Till tliey rebuke me to a nobler life; 

I keep a faithful friendship with a friend* 

Whom loyally I serve !>efore myself; 

I lock my lips too close to speak a lie, 

I wash my hands too white to touch a bribe ; 

I owe no man a debt I cannot pay, 

Save only of the love men owghtto owe; 

"Withal, each day, before the blessed Heaven, 

I open wide the chambers of my soul 

And pray the Holy Grbost to enter in. 

Thus reads the fair confession of my faith, 
So crossed with contradictions of my life, 
That now may God forgive the written lie ! 
Yet still, by help of Him who helpeth men, 
I face two worlds, and fear not life nor death. 
O, Father, lead me by Thy hand ! Amen. 

Theodore Tilton. 


Is young 1 onthusia&m; keep it to tho end, and 
tie correct in fixing 1 on the object of it. It 

Is a to be wrong in that the source of all our 

confusions whatever. 


BB not amazed at life. 'T Is still 
The mode of God with his elect, 

Their hopes exactly to fulfill, 

In times and ways they least expoct. 

Dean Afford. 

THE romantic vision of the first half of a man's life is the 
must real survey of earth he will ever make. 

David Swing. 

THE silent sympathy of love 
To me is dearer now than praise. 


A HEART within blood-tinctured with a 
Veined humanity. 

Elizabeth JB. Browning. 

OH, may I join the choir invisible 

Of those immortal dead w!m live again 

In minds made better by their presence ; live 

In pulses stirred to generosity, 

In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn 

For miserable aims that end with self, 

In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like' 

And with their mild persistence urge man's 

To vaster issues 1 !' 

So to live is heaven ; 
To make undying music in the world, 


Breathing as beauteous order control** 

With growing" sway the growing of 

So we Inherit that swm?efc purity 
For which we struggled, failed, agonized. 
With widening* retrospect dread despair 
Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued* 

A vicious parent its child; 

Poor, anxious penitence is quick dissolved, 
Its discords, quenched by 
Die in the large and charitable air. 

And all our rarer, better, truer self, 

That sobbed religiously in yearning song, 

That watched to ease the burden of the world, 

Laboriously tracing what must be, 

And what mny yet be better-^-saw within 

A worthier Image for the sanctuary, 

And shaped it forth before the multitude 

Divinely human, raising- worship so 

To higher reverence more mixed with low 

That better self shall live till human, time 

Shall fold its eyelids, the human sky 

Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb* 

Unread forever* 

This is the life to come, 

Which martyred men have made more glorious 
For us who strive to follow. May I reach 
That purest heaven, be to other souls 
The cup of strength in some great agony; 
Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, 
Beget the smiles that have no cruelty; 
Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, 
And in diffusion ever more intense; 
So shall I join the choir invisible 
Whose music is the gladness of the world. 

George J&liot. 

LOOK not moum fully into the past; it comes not back 

Wisely improve the present; it Is thine. Go forth 

to shadowy future without tear, and with a manly 


We lead two lives, the outward seeming fair. 
Ami fit!! of smiles that on the surface lie ; 

The other spent in many a silent prayer, 

With thoughts and feelings hidden from the eye. 

The weary, weary hours of mental pain, 

Unspoken yearnings for the dear ones gone ; 

The wishes half defined, yet crushed again, 
Make up the silent life we lead alone. 

And happy visions we may never show 

Gild all this silent life with sweet romance ; 

That they will fade like sunset's clouds we know, 
Yet life seems brighter for each stolen glance. 

This silent life, we little reck its power 

To strengthen us for either good or ill ; 
Whether we train our thoughts like birds to soar, 
Or let them wander wheresoe'er they will. 

This silent life, not those we love may share, 

Though day by day we strive to draw them close ; 

Our secret chamber none may enter there, 
Save that one Eye that never seeks repose. 

And if beneath that Eye we do not quail, 

Though all the world may tern from us aside, 

We -own a secret power that shall prevail, 
When every motive of our life is tried. 



How will say ** forgive/* 

A sort of In the 

To a little 

FORGIVENESS to the injured 

But they never pardon who the 

To pardon an old injury is to provoke a 
HE who puls up with insult invites injury, 

BE assured! those will be thy worst enemies, not to 
thou hast done evil* but who have clone evil to And 

those will be thy best friends, not to whom thou 
good, bet who have done good to thee. 

A LYING tongue hateth those that are afflicted by it. 


FRIENDSHIP which flows from the heart cannot be frozen 
by adversity, as the water that flows from the spring does 
not congeal in Winter. 

Fenimore Cooper. 

A MAN ought to keep his friendships in constant repair. 1 
look upon a day as lost in which I do not make a new 

J)r. Samuel J'ohnson^ 


us like new acquaintances is not so much 
any of our old ones, or the pleasures of change, as 

at not sufficiently admired by those who 

know us tm well and the hope of being more so by those 

do not know so much of us. 

knows what would become of oor society, if we 
never visited people we speak ill of; we should all live, like 

hermitSi in crowded solitude. 

<wt George JEhoL 

always turn to the light; 0, that grown-up 

would do likewise 1 

JuUus Hare. 

THE great man down, you mark bis favorite flies; 
The poor advanced mukes friends of enemies, 
And hitherto doth love on fortune tend; 
For who not needs shall never lack a friend, 
And who in want a fellow-friend doth try 

Directly sees in him an enemy. 


u LOOK on your best friends with the thought that they 
may one day become your worst enemies/' was an ancient 
maxim of worldly prudence. It is for us to reverse this 
maxim, and rather say; " Look on your worst enemies with 

the thought that they may one day become your best 



NOTHING so soon mortifies as to spend one's scorn in 


9 John Foster. 

UNPOPTOABITY or popularity is utterly worthless as a 

test of inanboodV worth, 

JF. W* Rdxurteon. 


RASHLY, nor truly, 0n 


HE to be a by a 

body tried to the of it. 

HE the soul of 
Ami all our praises of him are like 
Drawn from a spring, thai still full, 
The part remaining greatest. 

How often have I lamented that his powers 
wanted the influence of an unsullied reputation! 

on J/itVafc'tfu. 

No one is a more dangerous enemy to all is 
and good in human life, than the one who lends to imparity 
the sanction of splendid talents. 

TIE down & hero,, and he feels the of n pin ; 

throw him into battle, and he Is almost insensible to pain. 

John C Galhoun. 

STRENGTH of character is not mere strength of feeling; 
it is the resolute restraint of strong feeling. It is unyield- 
ing' resistance to whatever would disconcert us from with- 
out or unsettle us from within. 


EACH Is bound to all. 

Herbert Spencer. 

THE public are served not bj what the lord major feels, 
who rides in his coach, but by what the apprentice boy 
feels, who looks at him. 


and repeated effort. 

When you can do something belter than anybody else, you 
are power ; and if you can <io this easily and 

is your calling. 

Son. 2>. P. Baldwin. 

the tree. 

Spanish Proverb. 

SouifS but minds discuss. 

Augmte Prteult. 

lie the subtle alchemy of hope the slightest possibilities 
are ever transmuted into golden probabilities and inevi- 

table certainties, 

Sound Table. 

Do something 1 worth living for, worth dying for; do some- 
thing to show that you have a mind ? and a heart, and a soul 
within you. 

Deem Stanley. 

set out on the literary theory that in life every- 

thing is better than it looks; Thackeray with the impres- 
sion th&fc everything was worse. 

Justin McCarthy, 

WE must love the Lord 3 If we would learn to serve him 
and win others to him. 

Wm. Ormiston^ D.D* 

OSTB hand ought to wash the other. 

Latin Proverb. 

THE best of men 

That e'er wore earth about him was a Sufferer; 
A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit 
The first true gentleman that ever lived. 



To be at hour* of 

meal, and of sleep, and of is of the precepts 


IF we are God's children, we not the 

of Ms providence. 


MAKE but few the 

defend itself is not worth vindicating. 

F. IF. 

THERE is no funeral so sad to follow m the of oar 

own youth, which we have* pampering' with fond de- 

sires and ambitious hopes, and all the bright 

hang in poisonous clusters over the path of life. 

I CANNOT despair of the ultimate conversion of the hea- 
then, when I remember the power of the Gospel my- 


John DD. 

IT is well known that he seldom lives frugally wlio 
by chance. Hope is always liberal, and they that trust her 
promises make little scruple of reveling to-day on the pro- 
fits of the morrow. 

Samuel Johnson. 

income 20, annual expenditure 19 19s. 6d.; 

result happiness; annual income 20, annual expenditure 
20 Os. 6d.; result misery. 

HAL! I am heinously unprovided to-day, * * * an( j 
I do suspect you grievously ; * * * you promise me so 


264 GLEAMS* 

indiscretion, may I 

be preserved. 

John Quincy Adam$. 

PUT not your trust in money, but put your money in 


I HAVE discovered the philosopher's stone that turns 
everything into gold ; It is u Fay as you go!" 

John Randolph. 

EARTHLY treasures are disappointing In pursuit, dissatis- 
fying in enjoyment, and uncertain In possession. 


N" eritlcism discloses that which it would fain con- 
ceal, but conceals that which it professes to disclose; it is, 
therefore, read by the discerning not to discover the merits 
of an author, but the motives of his critic. 


NOTHING ages like laziness. 

Bulwer Lytton. 

PLEASURES are like poppies spread^ 
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ; 
Or like the snow-falls in the river, 
A moment white then melts forever. 


MELANCHOLY is the convalescence of grief. 

Jfadame Diibrenoy. 

A& old as the centuries and as young' as the future. 

ulw&Ti (on the Christian, Church). 

EARNEST work for Christ is the best means of spiritual 

Stephen JBT. Tyng^ Jr., D.jj. 


SILENCE is the virtue of thu feeble. 

</{ JV? /- / 


THE of the 

make enough of mistakes to kotp thrui humbJu. Thank 
God for Don't give up on 

account of mistakes ! 

Mr greatest sorrows are of my Oat- 

ward troubles serve rather to steady to 

jRet?. Paul. 

IT is the little rift within the lute, 
That by and by will make the music mute, 
And, ever widening, slowly silence all. 

WE are all wicked; what one of us in 

each will find In his own breast. 

THE conjurer does not deceive the man who the 

gong for him. 


To select well among old things is almost equal to in- 

venting new ones. 


To contemplate things lovely is always an ascent. 

David Swing. 

MAN is by nature a fighting and quarreling animal. 

JLord Paltnerston. 

PLANTING- colleges and filling them with studious young 
men and women, is planting seed-corn for the world, 

. Dr. JTuchon. 


Is tie of the universe. 


are chemical, touch is mechanical, the 
ear is emotive, and the eye Is intellectual. 

of foreign life throws one back into 

himself. -._ 

John Henry Jbewman. 

sharpens the arrow of sarcasm so keenly as the 
courtesy that polishes It; no reproach is like that we clothe 

with a smile and present with a bow. 


SARCASM; is the natural language of the devil 


A DECEOT boldness ever meets with friends. 


A LBTTBK shows the man it is written to, as well as the 

man it is written by. 


EDUCATION is the cheap defense of nations. 


POTKBTT is the sixth sense. 

German Proverb. 

IK many things, a comprehensive survey of a subject is 
the shortest way of getting at a precise knowledge of a par- 

ticular division of it. 

Princeton Review. 

IT seems to be nearly impossible to be moderate. If we 
are calm and deliberate enough to be just, we are almost 
sure to be indifferent 

A. P. Ru&ett. 



A GARBLED be the 

slon of an author's a of 

an incident in a life be the of 
all calumnies. 

THB double sense of prophesy Is by 

mountain-peaks or gas-lights seeming as in the 


" WHAT a fool you are, Paley, M a 7 oun S Hlai1 " m a 

British university, a to be wasting your time In 
dissipation. You have talents which might yon to 

eminence. I have none; and It Is of no consequence 
I act." Paley took the hint, though roughly laid It to 

heart, and rose like a clear light, and a on 

age and the literature of his nation. 




THE fourth gospel is written by the hand of an angel. 
THE fourth gospel is the heart of Christ. 

You* see a beautiful quarto where a neat rivu- 

let o through a meadow of margin. 


I Plato and Socrates; I believe in Jesus Christ. 


THE universe is so great that the highest intelli- 

gence in heaven can never fully grasp or know it. Through 
til eternity, should its limits ever be found, the rainel -would 

fee shocked. 

John Foster. 

A GOOD library is a statesman's workshop. 

John Randolph, 

SOME books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and 
few to be chewed and digested, 


OF all those arts in which the wise excel, 
Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. 


censure wrong, for one that writes amiss. 


IF Adam fell in the days of innocency, 
How could you expect Falstaff to stand 
In the days of villainy? 


that would peep and botanize 
Upon his mother's gravel 


THE negro is the image of God cut in ebony. 


THE task-master is the image of %e devil cut in ivory. 

Horace Smith. 


the on the 

not on thd 


THE Its 

grief in one coach, is the be- 

hind to fill we 

must not Jump to is *o 

but we are all so our we 

have not time nor for of 


SENSB shines with a double It is set in hu- 


WUtitttn P*:un. 

I HAVE HO fear for England; she will till the 

of judgment William Pitt. 

WHAT I few for England is the day of judgment. 

IN all oar decisions and actions, it would be well for us 
to remember the suggestive inscription written on 

the gates of Busyrane. As the traveler entered that an- 
cient city, he read on the first gate, " Be bold;" and on the 
second gate, " Be bold, be bold and evermore be bold;" 
and then he paused as he read on the third gate, " Be not 
too bold !'"* A man's strength should be like the momen- 
tum of a falling planet, and his discretion like the return 
of its due and perfect curve. 

MEN give me credit for genius ; but all the genius I 
have lies in this: when I have a subject OB hand 1 study 
it profoundly. The effect I make, they call the fruit of 
genius ; it is, however, the fruit of labor and thought 

Alexander Hamilton. 

A Is the Incarnation of the mystery of 


JPnjf. Zflevwtlyn J*. JUmm. 

is a river In the ocean. In the severest droughts it 

fails, and in the mightiest floods it never overflows. 

Its and its bottoms are of cold water, while its current 

Is of The Gulf of Mexico is its fountain, and its mouth 

Arctic It Is the Gulf Stream. There is in the 

no other such majestic flow of waters. Its current 

Is rapid than the Mississippi or the Amazon, and its 

'volame more than a thousand times greater. 

M. F. Maury. 

THESE is in every animal's eye a dim image and gleam 
of humanity, a flash of strange light through which their 
life looks out and up to our great mystery of command 
over them, claiming the fellowship of the creature, if not 
of the soul. 


THE motives of conscience, as connected with repentance 

mud the feeling of duty, are the most important differences 
which separate man from the animal. 


A SEABED conscience is like a tympanum without reso- 

Theo. Quyler, D.D. 

THEBE is, between the whole animal kingdom on the one 
side, and man, even in his lowest state, on the other, a 
barrier which no animal has ever crossed, and that barrier 
is language. By no effort of understanding, by no stretch 
of imagination, can I explain to myself how language could 
have grown out of anything which animals possess, even if 
we granted them millions of years for that purpose. 

Moot* Mueller, 


sir* is ; is a of 

In it, is the of 

all over the 

AH apt Is ts is an 

STYLE in the oo the of 

through the world. 

FLOWERS are the of God's 

THE moon is the flatterer of decay. 

TAKE me, for I come to Thee. 

of John 

O Lord! Is this the way? 

Among the Imt of Re 1 * E. R. D.D. 

GOD often works more by the life of the illiterate, 

ing the things which are HIs 5 than by the ability of the 
learned, seeking the things that are their own. 


RELIGION is assent through conscience to God. 

A PERSON is always startled when he hears himself seri- 
ously called old for the first time. 


WHO can blame me if I cherish the belief that the world 

is still young that there are great possibilities in store for 



272 GLEAMS. 

TIIEEE is no privies of evolution or development that 

IWPF span the chasm between the organic and the In- 

between the living and the lifeless, between 
Instinct and reflective consciousness. 


HE who the holiest among the mighty, and the 

mightiest among the holy, lias, with His pierced hand, lifted 

heathenism off Its hinges, and turned the dolorous and ac- 

centuries into new channels, and now governs the 

IN proportion as nations become more corrupt, more dis- 

grace will attach to poverty and more respect to wealth, 


THE pupil of the eye is the portal through which light 
brings in all the riches and glories of the earth and heaven 
to adorn the inner chambers of the soul. The mind sits 
enthroned as a sovereign in its secret place, and this swift- 
winged messenger comes flying with intelligence from every 
point in the whole landscape, and from the far distant orbs 
of heaven. The mind has only to lift the curtain of the 
eye, and millions of bright heralds rush in to describe the 
form, and hue and order of everything in the world of vis- 
ion. Some of these messengers have brought their tidings 
in an instant, and some have been on their way a million of 
years, to tell me where of old the breath of God blew a 
million suns into flame, and sent them forth to sing and shine 
among the rival spheres of heaven. And as I stand gazing 
from some giddy height, it is as if all this vast and varied- 
scene were the creation of light itself. Take from me the 
faculty of vision, or, what would be the same thing, destroy 
the light, and in place of all this wondrous world of beauty, 
a blank and pitiless wall of darkness shuts me in on every 

. Dr. March. 


of a old ia to me 

of the 
jet its light, it 

rise, it our in 

the of Its own 

I the Csve, the of 

enters, the fish of 

from long disuse; but the In Ms 

in worse cavern out all the 

privileges which a mmn formed in the of lias a 

right to enjoy; lias retained Ms capacity for liberty, 
tion and religion. 

J. S. D.D- 

WE have no reason to fear that the poor 
will ever receive too much attention, either at or 


E. C* 

THE great face was so sad, so earnest* so longing, so pm- 
tient There was a dignity not of earth in its mien, In 
its countenance a benignity, sucfe as never anything hu- 
man wore. It was stone, but it seemed sentient If ever 
image of stone thought, it was thinking. It was looking 
toward the verge of the landscape, but looking at nothing, 
nothing but distance and vacancy. It was looking over 
and beyond everything of the present, and far into the 
past. It was gazing over the ocean of time, over lines of 
century wayes^ which, farther anct farther receding, closed 
nearer and nearer together, and blended at last into one 
unbroken tide, away toward the horizon of a remote an- 
tiquity. It was the type of an attribute of man of & fac- 
ulty of his heart and brain. It was memory retrospect- 
ion, wrought into visible, tangible form. 

Mark Twain, (On the 

274 LEA MS. 

whispers the small voice within, 

through gaiiTs silence and o'er glory's din : 
Whatever ho taught or land bo trod, 

Man's conscience is the oracle of God. 


HATE you ever soon those marble statues in some public 
or jjarden which art has so finished into a perennial 
fountain that through the lips or through the hands the 
water flows in perpetual stream, on and on and on for- 
ever; and tlie marble stands there, passive, cold, making- no 
effort to arrest the gliding water*? It is so that time flows 
through the hands of menswift, never pausing, till it has 
run itself out; and there is the man petrified into a marble 
sleep, not feeling what it is which is passing away forever. 
It is so that the destiny of nine men out of ten accom- 
plishes itself slipping away from them, aimless, useless till 
it is too late. 

JF. W. Robertson. 

COME, my friends, souls that have toiled and 
Wrought and thought with me,* * * * * 
*T is not too late to seek a newer world. 


*T is a very good world we live in, 

To lend, or to spend, or to give in ; 

But to beg, or to borrow, or get a man's own, 

T is the very worst world that ever was known. 

for the ! At I 

Watching 1 for clay, B-' i *lc>r?! its 
A low, black t*loul si heavy. Iron liaiiI f 
Slowly the mist is lifted tht* 

Anil amber 

Gladdening my swoot f 

I own the sign; 1 H^ 

Hath fringed these 

And changed iron bar to i^old, 

J Will to my wandering' be 

Breathe oW my wavering 1 his rest for aye ? 

And give my waiting-, folded palms to hold 

His blessed morning boon strength for the day ! 


THAT which befits us, embosomed In 

as we are, is cheerfulness and courage, and the endeavor to 

realize our aspirations. 

LET us wipe our tears, lift up our our- 

selves for brave and cheerful toil. In the 

will come; rest so sweet after the toil is over; glory so 
bright after the darkness is passed; victory so grand, that 
we shall not wish the conflicts to have been fierce, or 
the perils of the way less numerous or painful. 

EVERY kindness done to others in our daily walk, every 
attempt to make others happy, every prejudice overcome, 
every truth more clearly perceived, every difficulty sub- 
dued, every sin left behind, every temptation trampled 
under foot, every step forward in the cause of what Is good y 
is a step nearer the cause of Christ, through which only 

death can be really a gain tofis. 

Dean Stanley* 


OH, if the knew how much they lost, 

What would they not endeavor, not endure, 
To imitate, as far as in them lay, 
Him, who his wisdom and his power employs 
In making others happy 1 

Samuel Rogers. 

MY reason yields her hand to faith, 
And follows meekly where the angel leads. 


SAVINS faith is the flight of a penitent sinner to 'the 

mercy of God in Christ. 


REt*iaiO3r is never fashionable. The way of peace is not 

the broad way superintended by Paris, but the narrow way 
watched by the Redeemer. 


I PITT the man who has never, in his best moods, felt his 
life consoled and comforted in its bitterness by the larger 
lives that he could look at and know that they too were men 
living in the same humanity with himself, only living in it 
much more largely. So much of our need of consolation 
comes from the bitterness of our life, its pettiness and 
weariness insensibly transferring itself to all life, making us 
skeptical about anything great or worth living for in life at 
all. It is our rescue from this debilitating doubt that is the 
blessing which falls upon us when, leaving our own insig- 
nificance behind, we let our hearts rest with comfort on the 
mere fact that these men are of great, broad, generous and 
healthy lives men like the greatest that we know. 

Phillips jBrooks* 

THE past is past; I see the future stretch 
All dark and barrfn as a rainy sea 



PLATE sin ^d, tho of justice hurt- 

It in it 

A up is a 

up ft territory; it Is * Is 

of tie IB Mi 

i6 tbere is no God/ and Is the of a 

in its li not is i 

God or no. 

HEARTS, like apples, are sour, 

Till crushed by pain's power; 

And yield their juices rich 
To none but sorrow's beay 

A LITTLE learning is a thing; 

Drink deep, or not the Pierian spring. 

There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, 
And drinking largely sobers us 


thou not minister to a mini diseased; 
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; 
Raze out the written troubles of the brain; 
And with some sweet^ oblivions antidote, 
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff 
Which "weighs upon the heart? 


faith is not an intellectual assent to a system of 
doctrine superior to reason, but a personal trust on God in 
Christ, appropriation of God's personal word and promise 
of redeeming love. 


278 GLEAMS. 

SOME faithful eulogist may say, 
He not praise, and praise did overlook 

His unobtrusive merit; but his life, 
Sweet to himself, was exercised in good 
That shall survive his name and memory. 


WHEN of property and loss of repute are come, 

whoii the severance of friendships has come, when the 
is overcast with disappointment, and hopes are shat- 
tered, and we know nothing of what Is to come except sim- 
ply this, that we know God's will must be done, and try to 
do what is pleasing 1 in His sight, and leave all to Him, the 
endurance which then reveals itself is the masterful power 
of the human will. Men trained in this experience cannot 
be frightened nor disheartened by troubles, however great. 

jR. S. Starrs, D.D* 

VICE is a monster of so frightful mien, 
As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; 
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, 
We first endure, then pity, then embrace. 


ITS men whom men pronounce as ill, 
I find so much of goodness still; 
In men whom men pronounce divine, 

I find so much of sin and blot; 
I hesitate to draw the line 

Between the two, when God has not. 
Joaguin Miller. 

THERE are points from which we can command our life, 
When the soul sweeps the future like a glass; 
And coming things, full-freighted with our fate, 
Jut out dark on the offing of the mind. 



not lofty t!v* -onl 

L**nps to tho of Iwing 1 , off 

Tin* robes and clumsy of seitnc*, 

Ami, in Its 

Reveak its of the 

In which It dwells? 


IT be so; 

Else whence 

Tills longing* after immortality? 

Or whence the 

Of falling into nought? Why sli the 
Back on itself, and at destruction? 

9 TIs the divinity stirs within us; 

7 T is heaven itself that points out an hereafter 

And intimates eternity to man. 

IT Is success that colors all in life; 

Success makes fools admired, 

All the proud virtue of this vaunting world 

Fawns OB success and power, however acquired. 


HAD I miscarried, I had been a villain; 
For men judge actions always by events; 
But, when we manage by a just foresight^ 
Success Is prudence, and possession right. 


THE feeling of E direct responsibility of the individual to 
Grod is almost wholly a creation of Protestantism. 

J~hn Stuart Mill. 

THE soul forgets nothing, save through its vices, worthy 

of lasting remembrance, 



us a key to the patience of God. 


THEY are poor 

That lost nothing; they are poorer far 

Who, losing have forgotten; they most poor 
Of all who lose and wish they might forget. 

eTia/i Ingelow. 

OH, it is hard to work for God, 

To rise and take His part 
Upon this battle-field of earth, 

And not sometimes lose heart. 

He hides Himself so wondrously. 
As though there was no God; 
He is least seen when all the powers 

Of 111 are most abroad. 

Or He deserts us in the hour, 

The fight is all but lost, 
And seems to leave us- to ourselves 

Just when we need Him most. 

Workman of God, Oh, lose not heart ! 

But learn what God is like; 
And in the darkest battle-field, 
Thou shalt know where to strike. 

FOB right is right, since God is God, 

And right the day must win. 
To doubt would be disloyalty; 

To falter would be sin. 

Songs of Devotion. 

WHERE is the fiery furnace hot enough to burn despair 
into our souls, so long as we see walking with us the fyrm 
of one like unto the Son of God? 


By a 

I sae good evil in all hpr*- 

1 did. I see are not so an I 

1 arc so as 


THENT gently your 

Still gentler woman; 

Though they may gang* a kennin' wrang, 

To step aside Is human. 

One point must still be dark^ 

The moving why they do it; 
And just as lamely can ye 

How far, perhaps^ they rae it. 

Who made the heart, 5 fc Is He 

Decidedly try us; 
He knows each chord Its various 

Each spring its various bias; 
Then at the balance let's be mute, 

We never can adjust it. 
"What's done we partly may compute^ 

But know not what's resisted. 



WE on this globe are like iasects in a garden; tibo^e who 
live on an oak seldom meet those who pass their lives 

on an ash. 


I WOULD rather sit on a pumpkin and haye it all to my- 
self, than to be crowded on a velvet cushion, 


282 GLEAMS* 

are pc>or, silly we live for an instant upon a 

of a boundless universe, and are much like a but- 
should argue about the nature of the seasons, 
creates their vicissitudes, and does not exist itself 
to an annual revolution of them. 

Horace Walpole. 

we are accustomed to them from early youth, 
splendid chambers and elegant furniture had best be left to 
people who neither have nor can have any thoughts. 


FOB ray own private satisfaction, I had rather be master 
of my own time than wear a diadem. 

JBtihop Berkeley. 

CAS- anything be so elegant, as to have few wants and 
serve them one's self ? Parched corn, and a house with one 
apartment, that I may be free of all perturbations, that I 
may be serene and docile to what the mind shall speak, and 
girt and road-ready for the lowest mission of knowledge or 
goodness, is frugality for gods and heroes. 


the farthest glimmering star 

That twinkles in the arch above, 
There is a world of truth and love 

Which earth's vile passions never mar. 
Oh! could I snatch the eagle's plumes 

And soar to that bright world above, 
Which God's own holy light illumes 

With glories of eternal day, 
How gladly every lingering tie 

That binds me down to earth I'd sever^ 
And leave for that blest home on high 

This hollow-hearted world forever! 

George D. Prentice. 

Is the of 

the the 

Gtxl k<*t*p& all lor the 


TEACH me to 15v! *Tis far to die- 

Gently silently to 

On to the 

To In the of 

Teach me 10 

To serve Thee in the of 

Arm me for conflict, and vigor 

And make me more than conqueror In strife. 

Teach me to live for self and sin no more, 

But use the time remaining to in*! jet; 
Not mine own pleasure seeking, as before, 
Wasting no precious hoars in vain regret. 

Teaeit me to live! no Idler let me be, 

But in Thy service hand employ; 

Prepared to do Thy bidding; cheerfully 

B this ray highest and my holiest joy* 

Teach me to live! my daily cross to bear, 
Nor murmur though I bead beneath its load; 

Only be with me. Let roe feel Thee near; 
Thy smile sheds gladness on the darkest road. 

Teacli me to live! and find my life in Thee, 
Looking from earth and earthly things sway; 

Let me not falter, but untiringly 

Press on, and gain new strength and power each day. 

Teach me to* lire I with kindly words for all, 

Wearing no cold 7 repulsive brow of gloom; 
Waiting, with cheerful patience, till Thy call 
Summons me to my heavenly rest and home. 


I BO not know I may to the world, but to 

1 to been only like a boy playing- on the 

and diverting myself in now and then finding a 

smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, while the 

of truth lay all undiscovered before me. 



FKOJK childhood's hour I have not been 
As others were; I have not seen 
As others saw; I could not bring 
My passions from a common spring. 
From the same source I have not taken 
My sorrow; I could not awaken 
My heart to joy at the same tone; 
And all I loved, I loved alone. 
Then, in my childhood in the dawn 
Of a most stormy life was drawn, 
From ev'ry depth of good and ill, 
The mystery which binds me still; 
From the torrent, or the fountain, 
From the red cliff of the mountain, 
From the sun that 'round me rolPd 
In its autumn tint of gold; 
From the lightning in the sky 
As it pass'd me flying by 
From the thunder and the storm ; 
And the cloud that took the form, 
When the rest of heaven was blue, 
Of a demon in my view. 

Edgar A. foe. 


W in our pn*- 

still like ia 


WHO art thoii, 

I I , 

But art 

With neither sex nor 

Thy name 1 cannot tell. 
Who art thou, passer-by? 

"On earth thy mother I." 

And thou, whose finite ring wing low 

And faintly beats the air, 
Whose eyes are wet with tender tears, 
And dimmed with memories of 

Who art thou? Spe&k and spare. 
**'Tby sister, then, thou not know? 
Surely the ctead forgotten j(0. w 

Another follows; who art then, 

So meek and mild of mien? 
iC Thy daughter 000% thy now* 

I think of thee as low 1 tx>w 

The shining 1 ranks between. 
I watch tbee stilP Now heaven be kind 
And make my guardian angel blind. 

And thou? "Recall thy early love, 

For I am she." And thou? 
"The shadow of a soul am I, 
The ghost of thine own heart; the cry 

Of conscience, risible, who now 
Stand ready to accuse in -sight 

Of heaven." 
Hide me, profoundeat night! 


288 GLEAMS. 

ara reflections as pleasant as they are sacred 
There are won Is and faces and places that 
never lose their hold upon the heart. Tlwy may be words 
we seldom bear amid the whirl of life; faces that we 
never see on earth again; places that we are but sel- 
permitted to re- visit; but th<*y were once the scenes, 
the the joy of our life; they had a controlling 

in training our aspirations and in shaping our des- 
tinies, and they can never be wholly forgotten. The flight 
of years cannot sully their innocence, nor diminish their in- 
terest, and eternity will preserve them among the dearest 
reminiscences of earth. We may meet and love other 
we may treasure other words, we may have other joys, 
we may mingle in other scenes and form other associations, 
but these old familiar faces, and these dear old familiar 
scenes, remain invested with a fadeless beauty, sacred in 
their exemption from oblivion and decay. 

Our youthful troubles and their sources are soon forgot- 
ten, but the objects of beauty which gladden the early 
life never cease to yield us delight. They become the stars 
in the firmament of youth, lighting up the pathway of the 
past, and when in later years the night of sorrow gathers 
round the soul, memory, like the astronomer's tube, pierc- 
ing the surrounding gloom, sweeps that distant sky, and re- 
veals those stars still shining with undiminished lustre. 
The heart renews its youth, and the whole man is cheered 
and invigorated by the contemplation of those things of 
beauty that were the delight of earlier days. 

Henry A. Walk&r. 

FAIE are the flowers and the children, but their subtle sug- 
gestion is fairer; 

Rare is the rose-burst of dawn, but the secret that clasps it 
is rarer; 

Sweet the exultance of song, but the strain that precedes 
it is sweeter; 


yet but tie 

Never a lint a tlie 

Nf*ver a river flows, 

Nftver a but a he 

did enfold liiin; 
Nor ever a but a 


Bick of the the Is 

hidden ; 

Into the the of the Is 

bidden ; 
Under the joy that is felt, lie the infinite of filing; 

Crowning the glory revealed, is glory crowns 

Great are the symbols of being, but is 

is greater; 

Vast the create beheld, but the 

Back of the sound broods the of the 

stands the giving; 
Back of the receives, thrill the 

of receiving. 

Space is as nothing to spirit, the deed is outdone by the doing; 
The heart of the wooer is warm, but warmer the heart of 

the wooing. 
And up from the pits where these shiver, and up from the 

heights where those shine, 
Twin voices and shadows swim steward, and the 

of life is divine. 

MEMORY seizes the passing moment, fixes it upon the 
canvas, and hangs the picture on the soul's inner chambers, 
for her to look upon when she wilL 



OH ? thou to-morrow ! Mystery I 
Oh, tlay that ever runs before ! 
What has thy hidden hand In store 
For mine, to-morrow, and for me? 
Oh, thou to-morrow ! What hast thou 
In store to make me bear the now? 

Oh, day in which we shall forget 
The tangled troubles of to-day ! 
Oh, day that laughs at duns, at debts! 
Oh, day of promises to pay I 
Oh, shelter from all present storm ! 
Oh, day in which we shall reform. 

Oh, safest, best day for reform ! 
Convenient day of promises ! 
Hold back the shadow of the storm, 
Oh, blest to-morrow ! Chief est friend, 
Let not thy mystery be less 
But lead us blindfolded to the end! 

Joaguin Miller. 

not of the dark or bright 
Shall be my lot; 

If that wherein my hopes delight, 
Be best or not. 

It may be mine to drag for years 

Toil's heavy chain; 
Or day and night, my meat be tears, 

On bed of pain. 

Dear faces may surround my hearth 

With smile and glee, 
Or I may dwell alone, and mirth 

Be strange to me. 

My bark is wafted to the strand 
Bv breath divine, 

mi the a 

On ft to 

1 on board; 

Above raging of 

I m j Lord, 

He me; the 

I not 

If sharp, 't is if long, "*t is 

He tempers all. 

Safe to the land, to the 

The end is this; 
And then with Him go han3 in 
Far Into bliss* 

WHBHT Goethe's death was told,, we , 

Sunk, then, is- Bmrope y s head; 

Physician of the iron ag>e, 

Goethe has done his pilgrimage, 

He took the suffering human 

He read eseh wound, each clear; 

And struck his finger on the place, 

And said : Thou ailest here, and here ! 

He looked oo Europe 1 s dying 1 hour 

Of fitful dream and feverish power; 

His eye pi tinged down the weltering strife, 

The turmoil of expiring life 

He said: The end is everywhere; 

Art still has truth, take refuse there I 

And he was happy, if to know 

Causes of things, and far below 

His feet to see the lurid flow 

Of terror, and insane distress, 

And headlong fate, be happiness. 

Matthew Arnold* 

PI.AK not, nor scheme, but calmly wait; 

His choice is best, 
While blind and erring Is thy sight; 

His wisdom sees and judges right; 
So trust and rest 

Strive not, nor struggle; thy poor might 

Can never wrest 
The meanest thing to serve thy will; 

All power is His alone; be still. 
And trust and wait. 

What dost thou fear? His wisdom reigns 

Supreme, confessed; 
His power is infinite; His love 

Thy deepest, fondest dreams above; 
So trust and rest, 


AH! when will all be ended? If the dead 

Have \into thera some little memory left 

Of things that, while they lived, fate from them reft, 

Ere life itself was reft them at last, 

Yet would to God these days at least were past, 

And all be done that here must needs be done. 

Ah! shall I, living underneath the sun, 

I wonder, wish for anything again, 

Or ever know what pleasure means ? and pain? 

William Morris. 

THEKE is a time, we know not when, 

A point, we know not where, 
That marks the destiny of men, 

To glory or despair. 

There is a line, by ns unseen, 

That crosses every path ; 
The hidden boundary between 

God's patience and his wrath. 

T0 is to 

To as if i*j ; 

It beaniitjiT eyt^ 

Nor pale the glow of 3biM*lth* 

The be at 

The g^yj 


AncI !> thrust j 

But on forehead Goil set 

Indelibly a mark, 
Unseen by man, for man as yet 
Is blind, and In the dark. 

Indeed, the doomed one's path 
May bloom as Eden bloomed ; 

He did not, does not, will not know 
Or feel that lie is 

He feels perchance, that all is weil s 

And every fear is calmed ; 
He lives, fee dies, he wakes in hell, 

Not only doomed, bwt ! 

Oh ! where Is that mysterious bourne 
By which our path is crossed^ 

Beyond which, G-ocl himself hath sworn 
That he who goes^ is lost? 

How long may we go oo in sin ? 

How long- will God forbear? 
Where does hope end, and where begin 

The confines of despair? 

An answer from the skies is sent: 

Ye who from God, depart, 
While it is called to-day, repentj 

And harden not your heart ! 

Attributed to A.dd"ison Alexander, 

292 GLEAMS. 

is a fine IB Sir Henry Taylor's "Philip 

Arteveltta," in winch Van Ryk says to the hero of the 

"If you mark, my lord, 
Mostly a rumor of such things precedes 
The certain tidings. 1 * 
And Philip musingly answers 

u lt Is strange, yet true, 

That doubtful knowledge travels with a speed 
Miraculous, which certain cannot match. 
I know not why, when this or that has chanced, 
The smoke outruns the flash, but so it is." 

Justin Me Carthy. 

GITE thy thoughts no tongue, 
Nor any un proportioned thought his act; 
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar; 
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, 
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel; 
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment 
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware 
Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, 
Bear *t that the opposer may beware of thee. 
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; 
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. 
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, 
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy, 

For the apparel oft proclaims the man. 

Neither a borrower, nor a lender be, 
For loan oft loses both Itself and friend, 
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. 
This above all to thine own self be true; 
And it must follow, as the night the day, 
Thou canst not then be false to any man ; 
Farewell! my blessing season this in thee. 

Polonius to Laertes. 

as tho 1 

a of lit all, 

I lift mj 1 mm 

fcer on the 

Almost it her i* 

And I am to w Yt*a, 1 

Ail be to me an 

If you will O dear!" 

No I ray to 

But still the eyes, 
Look into mine; they spirit; 

I bow my and blush beneath 

For she Is wise with wisdom me; 

The solemn secrets of the knows; 

And high o'er me, by GodPs own uplifted, 

Through wondrous ways of His heaven, she 

Beyond all change, and from time's 

And grieved no more by earth's 
Thou pictured face! dim semblance of my 

How dost thou look among the saints? 

So far! so far! Once if I faintly ml led you, 

Or laughed, or wept, you were so quick to know; 

Ail else might fail, my mother's love certain; 
Now, dying,, e'en your touch I must forego. 

Thou there, I here, and I know nofc what spaces 
Beyond the grave's green widtfe divide us two, 

Nor of the times, uncounted and unmeasured, 
That must go o'er me ere 1 look on you, 

But I shall find you! I am ooming, mother! 

Sometime, somewhere, when His great will is done, 
And I am fit to stand once more beside you, 

To your high place I shall have leave to come. 

M. H. Gates. 


A MAN'S progress in this life roust be meas- 

ured^ by lie gets outwardly, but by what he gains 

inwardly. The beauty of a rose lies not in Its encasements, 
but in the delicacy of Its leaf-tinting anil the delicious 
which rises out of Its blushing bosom. So with 
It Is the color and fragrance of his nature within. It 
Is the richness of his inward experience, and not the grand- 
eur and quality of his surroundings, which constitute his 

glory and charm. 

JRev. W. IL JET. Murray. 

IF there be memory In the world to come, 

If thought recur to some things silenced here, 
Then shall the deep heart be no longer dumb, 

But nd expression in that happier sphere; 
Ifc shall not be denied the utmost sum 

Of love to speak without or fault or fear, 
But utter to the harp, with changes sweet, 

Words that, forbidden still, then heaven were incomplete. 

Jean Ingelow. 

AT the end of life a man finds himself rich, not so much 
by his fortunes as by his misfortunes. The Persians had a 
vase of glass which when empty was colorless, but when 
filled with wine, flashed forth many rare pictures. So a 
bosom empty of a heart of pain makes a lustreless life; but 
a bosom in which a heart bleeds reveals hidden virtues. 

Theodore Tilton. 

How much so ever In this life's mutations 
We seek our shattered Idols to replace, 

Not one in all the myriads of the nations 
Can ever fill another's vacant place* 

Each has Its own, the smallest and most humble, 
As well as he, revered the wide world through; 

With every death some love and hope must crumble. 
Which strive to build themselves anew.. 

If the fair of 

it birth, 

Could all tlie cosily florid rfi^tisib 

Its April to llie 

Not the gorgtvouii 

Could the oStleis to 

Not fuS I of 
Coukl ever the ao fair 

Antl so we u- 

Time at a 

Yet ail the new loves, the us, 

Fill not the heart -place for tlie lost. 


THB life is measured by the soul's 

LIFE has beea awfully injured when it looks only buck. 


in my way hare I stood still, though but * 
passenger, so much I felt the nwfukass of life. 


THE line of life is a ragged diagonal between duty sad 


TF. JS, Alger. 

YOUTH should be a sAving^s bank. 



la this world or any other, Is the sum of 
our attainment, our experience, our character. The condi- 

tions are secondary. In what other world shall we be more 
surely than we are here. 

Chap in. 

LIFE Is a dream, and death an awakening. 


LIFE'S evening will take its character from the day which 
has preceded it. 

JBtihop Shuttleworth. 

A VERY little part of our life is so vacant from uneasi- 
ness as to leave us free to the attraction of remoter good. 

. Locke. 

NOTHING can be so sad as confinement for life, nor so 
sweety please your honor, as liberty. 


LIFE, like a dome of many- colored glass, 
Stains the white radiance of eternity. 


A WIDE, rich heaven hangs above you, but it hangs high ; 
a wide, rough world is around you, and it lies very low. 

Donald J~* Mitchell. 

LIFE, like the waters of tie seas, freshens only when it 
ascends towards heaven. 


THE woof of life is dark, but it is shot with a warp of 

IP. W. Robertson. 

WHILE we are reasoning concerning life, life is gone. 



LIFE is a crucible. We are it, tried 

'The of a art in the 

of the All la 

LIFE aad 1 


PWTNGB boldly Into the 0! It 

Not to many Is it known; It will, It is 

I iite resting. 

INSPECT the neighborhood of thy life; every 

nook of thy abode; and, nestling in, quarter in the 

farthest and most domestic winding of thy 

carries under his hat a private i 

-greater drama is acted Is ever performed 0B the 
stage, beginning and ending in eternity. 

WB paint our lives in fresco. The soft 
of the moment hardens under every stroke of the brush 
into eternal rock. 


ALL die who have lived; all have not lived wno died. 


THEEB are some men formed with feelings so blunt that 
they can hardly be said to be awake during- the whole 

course of their lives, 


THE truest end of life is to know the life that never ends. 

"William Penn. 


O I less could fear to lose this being, which, like a 
snow-ball ia my coward hand, the more it's grasped the 

melts away! 


GOB proves us in this life, that he may the more plente- 
ous! v reward us in the next. 

J Wake. 

LIFE appears to me too short to be spent ID nursing ani- 
mosity or registering wrongs. We are, and must be, one 
and all, burdened with faults in this world, but the time 
will come when, I trust, we shall put them off in putting 
off our corruptible bodies; when debasement and sin will 
fall from us with this cumbrous frame of flesh. * * * 
It is a creed In which I delight, to which I cling. It makes 
eternity a rest, a home riot a terror and an abyss. With 
this creed, revenge never worries my heart, degradation 
never too deeply disgusts me, injustice never crushes me 
too low; I live in calm, looking to the end. 

Charlotte -Eront& 

ALL common things, each day's events, 
That with the hour begin and end, 

Our pleasures and our discontents, 
Are rounds by which we may ascend. 


IT is impossible for that man to despair who remembers 

that his Helper is omnipotent. 

Jeremy Taylor. 

No story is the same to us after the lapse of time; or 
rather, we who read it are no longer the same interpreters. 

George Eliot. 

SOLICITUDE is the audience-chamber of God. 


10 a 


With dry, day 

The and the fair 

to the all its 

Than it till It to 

a the of m 

by his own he is 

EVERY man who lives In of TO!* 

untary sin, cuts himself off from Christianity. 

TEACH self-denial and make its 
and you create for the world a destiny 
issued from the brain of the wildest dreamer. 

DIYISIOH* is never so as when It on 

the wanderings of misguided sensibility. 

JS^rf Jeffrey. 

IT is the special privilege of truth always to grow 0n 
candid minds, 

PRAISE undeserved is satire in disguise. 


LITTLE things console us because little things afflict us. 


MANNEBS are the ornament of action. 

Samuel Smile$* 

GUILT is a spiritual Rubicon, 

Jane Porter. 


NOTHING is so hard but search will find it out, 


TBUB joy is only hope put out of fear. 

Lord Brooke. 

IF integrity were made the pride of the government, 
the love of it would soon spring up among the people. 

David Swing. 

\ is boldness built of moral timber. 

As in the fable, the wolf preached against sheep-stealing, 
so very many hunt down those sins in others which they 

shelter in themselves. 


WHB2C a woman, hath ceased to be quite the same to us ? 
it matters little how different she becomes. 


M-IXIMS are the condensed good sense of nations. 

Sir J". Mackintosh* 

A CROWD always thinks with its sympathy, never with 
its reason. 

W. M. Alger. 

WHBK you find your antagonist beginning to grow warm, 
put an end to the dispute by some genteel badinage. 


CONVERSATION is the music of the mind; an intellectual 
orchestra, where all the instruments should bear a part, but 
where none should play together. 


WHEK truth, in its forward flow, joins beauty, the two 
rivers make a new flood called " Letters." 

Dcmid Swing. 


THERE Is not a duty. 

DESERTION of a calumniated friend is an 

CREDITORS have better m*i- 

itors are a superstitions of set 

and times. 

I HAVE lived long enough to know 1 did not at 

time believe that no society be upheld in 
and honor without the sentiment of religion. 


A BODY may as well lay too little, as too mueh, 

upon dreams, but the less we heed them the batter. 

has caprices which art cannot imitate. 

HK who proposes to be an author should first be a stu- 



RAW and injudicious writers propose one thing for their 
subject, arid run off to another. 


censure wrong for one who writes amiss* 


WE are only vulnerable and ridiculous through our pre- 

Madame cfo &Srardn> 

HE who gives himself airs of importance, exhibits the 
credentials of impotence. 



is but one book for genius nature. 

Madame Delum/. 

ROMANCE is the poetry of literature. 

Madame Necker. 

IP men are so wicked with religion, what would they be 

without it? 


THIS country is not priest-ridden, but press- ridden. 


THE press is the foe of rhetoric, but the friend of reason. 


THE productions of the press, fast as steam can make 
and carry them, go abroad through the land, silent as snow- 
flakes, but potent as thunder. 


WHAT gunpowder did for war, the printing-press has done 
for the mind ; and the statesman is no longer clad in the 
steel of special education, but every reading man is his 


Wendell Phillips. 

THE Reformation was cradled in the printing-press, and 
established by no other instrument. 

Agnes Strickland. 

THE invention of printing added a new element of 
power to the race. From that hour, weapons, forged in the 
mind, keen-edged and brighter than the sunbeam, were to 
supplant the sword and the battle-axe. 


FOUR hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a 
thousand bayonets. 



WHAT we is not so to flia 

as to the 

i; jfiT. 

THOUGH I am In 1 am in a 

SEEK not to know 

What to 

Bark Is the of time* 

But light enough to our is 

Whatever weal or 

Turn never from the of 

And leave the event, In holy hope, to 

As in this life we woke into in the of 

loving friends,, so we may venture to hope our 
will be bosomed by that eternal love which 
shelter for us here. 

JPl H. 

a very wise man that believed that if a 
permitted to make all the ballads^ he need not who 

should make the laws of a nation. 

FOKCE yourself to reflect on what you read, 
by paragraph. 


TALK often, but not long. The talent of haranguing in 
private company is insupportable. 

THEY were young and inexperienced; and when will 
young and inexperienced men learn caution and distrust 

of themselves? 



BY all human laws, as well as divine, self-murder has- 
ever been agreed on as the greatest crime. 

Sir W. Temple. 

MEN are apt to prefer a prosperous error to an afflicted 


Jeremy Taylor* 

ALL of us who are worth anything spend our manhood in 
unlearning the follies or expiating the mistakes of our 


THE having turned many to righteousness shall confer a> 
starlike and Immortal brightness. 


A LITTLE bitter mingled in our cup leaves no relish of 

the sweet. 


IN the loss of an object we do not proportion our grief 
to its real value, but to the value oar fancies set upon it. 


ENTHUSIASTS soon understand each other. 

- Irving. 

ENTHUSIASM is that temper of mind in which the imagi- 
nation has got the better of the judgment, 


THE truly brave are soft of heart and eyes. 


NOTHING is r jso contagious as enthusiasm; it is the real 
allegory of the lute of Orpheus; it moves stones; it charms- 
brutes. Enthusiasm is the genius of sincerity, and truth, 
accomplishes no victories without it, , ' 

J$ulwer Lytton^ 


EVERT great and commanding movement In the 
of the world Is the triumph of enthusiasm. 

CUSTOM will often blind one to the good as well as to the 
evil effects of any long- established system. 


THERE is a respect due to mankind which should Incline 
even the wisest of men to follow innocent customs. 


WHAT we call our despair is often only the painful eager- 
ness of unfed hope. 

George Eliot. 

MABK this well, ye proud men of action! Ye are, after 
all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the man of 


JETeinrich Heine. 

CHABACTER is the diamond that scratches every other 



I ALWAYS think the flowers can see us and know what we 
are thinking about. 

George Eliot. 

NOTHING makes the earth seem so spacious as to have 
friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longi- 



THE best preparation for the future is the present well 
seen to, the last duty done. 

George McDonald. 

FALSE modesty is the last refinement of vanity. 


NOTHING has ever remained of any revolution but what 

ripe In the conscience of the masses. 
r Mollm. 

EARNEST men never think in vain, though their thoughts 

be errors. 

Bulwer Lytton. 

1 0NSir>EB the temperance cause the foundation of all 

and political reform. 


TEMPERANCE puts wood on the fire, meal in the barrel, 

lour In the tub, money In the purse, credit in the country, 
contentment in the house, clothes on the back, and vigor in 

the body. 


VIRTUE dwells at the head of a river, to which we cannot 

get but by rowing against the stream, 


BE broad and tolerant; all wisdom Is not in your brain ; 
exploded errors have had their dogmatists. Be a follower 
of the Golden Eule; it Is not only the highest morality, but 
is * fruitful source of true politeness, and Is withal but sim- 
ple justice. 

J. D. O'Connor. 

THB fortunate circumstances of our lives are generally 
found at last to be of our own producing. 


APPLICATION is the price to be paid for mental acquisi- 
tion. To have the harvest we must sow the seed. 


AGITATION" is the marshalling of the conscience of a na- 
tion, to mold its laws. 

Sir Hobert Peel. 


WHAT is true of the Individual is true of the whole com- 
munity; and no wide-spread or permanent Improvement of 
society can be expected until Total Abstinence becomes 
the accepted faith of the millions. 

J. D O'Connor. 

AGITATION is the method that plants the school by the 
side of the ballot-box. 

Wendell Phillips. 

ALL bow to virtue, and then walk away. 

J)e Finod. 

EXPERIENCE is the extract of suffering. 

Arthur Helps. 

No one is a hero to his valet. 

Madame de SJvignA 

IN the ardor ot pursuit, men soon forget the goal from 
which they start. 


THE saddest thing under the sky, is a soul incapable of 

Countess de Gasparin. 

WHAT women would do if they could not cry, nobody 
knows 1 What poor, defenseless creatures they would be ! 

Douglas Jerrold. 

LEARN to say no ! and it will be of more use to you than 

to be able to read Latin. 


ALL that is human must retrograde, if it do not advance. 


SILENCE is the sanctuary of prudence. 

JBalthasar Gratian. 


THE Impromptu reply Is precisely the touchstone of the 

of wit, 


TBIFLBS make perfection, but perfection is no trifle. 

Michael Angelo. 

THE smallest children are nearest to God, as the smallest 

planets are nearest the sun. 


- THAT farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last 
glance of knre which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow* 

George Eliot. 

SiuEEP, the type of death, Is also like that which it typi- 
fies, restricted to the earth. It flies from hell, and is ex- 
cluded from heaven. 


A SIKGLB type is often equal to ten thousand tongues in 
spreading the truth* 

Theo. L. Ouyler. 

public is always even with an author who has not 
a just deference for them ; the contempt Is reciprocal. 


TAKE a walk to refresh yourself with the open air, which, 
inspired fresh, doth exceedingly recreate the lungs, heart, 
and vital spirits. 

Dr. W.Harvey. 

You will never live to my age without you keep your- 
self in, breath with exercise. 

Sir Philip Sidney. 

ONE who Is contented with what he has done will never 
become famous by what he will do. 



THE most brilliant qualities become useless when they 
are not sustained by force of character. 


To me more dear, congenial to my heart, 
Oae native charm than, all the gloss of art, 


LOVE strong as death nay, stronger, 

Love mightier than the grave, 
Broad as the earth, and longer 

Than ocean's widest wave ; 
This is the love that sought us, 
This is the love that bought us, 
This is the love that brought us 

To gladdest day from saddest night, 

From deepest shame to glory bright, 

From depths of death to life's fair height ; 
This is the love that leadeth 

Us to his table here, 

This is the love that spreadeth 

For us the royal cheer. 

You who keep account 
Of crisis and transition in this life, 
Set down the first time Nature says plain { no ' 
To some ' yes' in you, and walks over you 
In .gorgeous sweeps of scorn. We all begin 
By singing with the birds, and running fast 
With June days hand in hand ; but, once for all, 
The birds must sing against us, and the sun 
Strike down upon us like a friend's sword, caught 
By an enemy to slay us, while we read 
The dear name on the blade which bites at us. 

Elizabeth JB. JBrowninff. 




AOTBBSITT is the trial of principle* 


LIFE Is a short day; but It is a working day. 

Hannah More. 

HE is not only idle who does nothing, but he is idle who 

might be better employed. 


JUST In proportion as a man becomes good, divine, 
Christ-like, he passes out of the region of theorizing, of 
system-building, and hireling service, into the region of 

beneficent activities. It is well to think well; it is divine 
to act well. 

* Horace Mann. 

REST not! Life is sweeping by; 
Go and dare before you die. 


TALK not of talents; what hast thou to do ? 
Thy duty, be thy portion five or two. 
Talk not of talents; is thy duty done ? 
Thou hadst sufficient, were they ten or one. 


THEEE is transcendent power in example, "We reform 
others unconsciously when we walk uprightly. 

Madame Swetchine. 

Uimk reason be ripe, examples direct more than precepts. 



WE can do more good by being good than in any other 


EXAMPLE is more forcible than precept. People look at 
me six days in the week, to see what 1 mean on the seventh. 

THOSE who give not till they die, show that they would 
not then, if they could keep it any longer. 

JBkbop Hall 

Iff happiness has not her seat 

And center in the breast, 
We may be wise, or rich, or great, 

But never can be blest, 


CAST forth thy act, thy word, into the ever-living, ever- 
working universe. It is a. seed-grain that cannot die; un- 
noticed to-day, it will -be found flourishing as a banyan- 
grove, perhaps, alas ! as a hemlock-forest after a thousand 


GENUINE witticisms surprise those who say them as much 
as those who listen to them. 

KNOWLEDGE is proud that he knows so much; Wisdom 
is humble that he knows no more. 


Too many people mistake impudence for independence. 

LABOB to keep alive in your breast that little spark of 
celestial fire called conscience. 



JUSTICE is truth In action. 

FIDELITY Is the sister of Justice. 


NOT only to say the right thing 1 in the right place, but, 
far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at 
the tempting moment, 

George A. Sala. 

JUBOE not; the workings of his brain 
And of his heart thou canst not see; 

What looks to thy dim eyes a stain, 
In God's pure light may only be 

A scar, brought from some well- won field, 

Where thou woulclst only faint and yield. 

Adelaide A. Procter. 

no respect for that self- boasting charity, which 
neglects all objects of commiseration near and round it, but 
goes to the end of the earth in search of misery, for the 
purpose of talking about it. 

George Mason. 

THE charities that soothe, and heal and bless, are scat- 
tered at the feet of man, like flowers. 


I KEVEB, knew a child of God being bankrupted by his 
benevolence. What we keep we may lose, but what we 
give to Christ we are sure to keep. 

Theo. L. Cuyler. 

LET thy alms go before, and keep heaven's gate open 
for thee, or both may come too late. 


glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves. 



NOTHING is so wholesome, nothing does so much for 

people's looks, as a little interchange of the small coin of 

HE sat among his bags, and, with a look 
Which hell might be ashamed of, drove the poor 
Away unalmsed ; and 'midst abundance died 
Sorest of evils died of utter want. 


I COUNT this thing to be grandly true : 
That a noble deed is a step toward God s 
Lifting the soul from the common sod 

To a purer air and a broader view. 


How far that little candle throws its beams 1 
So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 


NOTHING, except what flows from the heart, can render 

even external manners truly pleasing. 


IT is not money, nor is it mere intellect that governs the 
world; it is moral character; it is intellect associated with 

moral excellence. 

Ex-President WooUey. 

To the generous mind, the heaviest debt is that of grati- 
tude, when it is not in our power to repay it, 


THESE are the great of earth- 
Great, not by kingly birth, 
Great in their well-proved worth 
Firm hearts and true. 



GOOD qualities are the substantial riches of the mind; 
bat il is good breeding that sets them off to advantage. 


A SINGLE bail habit in an otherwise faultless character, 
as an ink-drop, soileth the pure white page. 


THE most happy man Is he who knows how to bring into 
relation the end and the beginning of his life. 


REFLECTED in the lake, I love 

To mark the star of evening glow; 
So tranquil In the heaven above, 

So restless on the wave below! 
Thus heavenly hope is all serene; 

But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, 
Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, 

As false and fleeting as 't is fair. 


THE greatest events of an age are its best thoughts. It 
Is the nature of thought to find Its way into action. 


IT is one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall. 


AN effort made for the happiness of others lifts us above 

Lyclia Maria Child. 

No man is born into the world whose work 
Is not born with him; there is always work, 
And tools to work withal, for those who will; 
And blessed are the horny hands of toil. 



SELF- EASE is pain; thy only rest 

Is labor for a worthy end; 
A toil that gains with what it yields, 

And scatters to its own increase; 
Anil hears, while sowing- outward fields, 

The harvest song of inward peace. 


E a noble deed is wrought, 
When'er is spoken a noble thought, 
Our hearts in glad surprise 
To higher levels rise. 

The tidal wave of deeper souls 
Into our inmost being rolls, 

And lifts us unawares 

Out of all meaner cares. 


WE rise by things that are 'neath our feet, 
By what we have mastered of good and gain, 
By the pride deposed and passion slaio s 

And the vanquished ills that we hourly meet. 


A SCEOT, a note of music, a voice long unheard, the stir- 
ring of the summer breeze, may startle us with the sudden 
revival of long-forgotten thoughts and feelings. 


WHAT you keep by you, you may change and mend, 
But words once spoken can never be recalled, 


GET but the truth once uttered, and 'tis like a star 
born, that drops into its place, and which, once circling in 
its placid round, not all the tumult of the earth can shake. 



is our helmet* wit is but the plume, 
The plume exposes, *t is our helmet saves. 
Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; 
When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; 
Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still. 


THE only amaranthine flower on earth 
Is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth. 


LIKE an inundation of the Indus is the course of time. 
We look for the homes of our childhood they are gone ! 
for the friends of our childhood they are gone ! The 
loves and animosities of youth, where are they? Swept 
away like the camps that had been pitched in the sandy bed 
of the river. 


HOUBS are golden links, God's token, 

Beaching heaven; but one by one 
Take them, lest the chain be broken, 

Ere thy pilgrimage be done. 

Adelaide A. Procter. 

THE veil which covers the face of futurity, is woven by 
the hand of Mercy. 

JBuhcer Lytton. 

THEBB'S a wideness in trod's mercy 

Like the wideness of the sea; 
There's a kindness in His justice 

Which is more than liberty. ' 
For the love of God is broader, 

Than the measures of man's mind; 
And the heart of the Eternal 

Is most wonderfully kind. 

F. W. Faber. 


WE mount to heaven mostly on the ruins of our cherished 

schemes, finding our failures were successes. 

of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a 
thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had 
been left unsaid. 


NEVER hold any one by the button, or the hand in order 
to be heard out; for, if people are unwilling to hear you, 
you had better hold your tongue than them. 


is a better safeguard of liberty than a stand- 
ing army. If we retrench the wages of the schoolmaster, 
we must raise those of the recruiting sergeant. 

Edward Everett. 

JAILS and prisons are the complement of schools ; so 
many less as you have of the latter, so many more you 
must have of the former. 

IT&race Mann. 

IF you know how to spend less than you get, you have 
the philosopher's stone. / 


IF we are at peace with God and our own conscience, 
what enemy among men need we fear? 


IK every sphere of life " the post of honor is the post of 



LET me be strong among my constituents, and I can 

stand against the world. 

John Randolph. 


IT is BO small commendation to manage a little well. 
He is a good wagoner who can turn in a little room. To 
live well In abundance is the praise of the estate, not of 

the person, 

Bishop HalL 

WHOEVER makes a great fuss about doing good does 

very little ; he who wishes to be seen and noticed when he 
is doing good will not do it long. 

THE world is out of tune, and our hearts are out of tune, 
and the more our souls vibrate to the music of heaven, the 
more must they feel the discords of earth. 

sensibility is not saving. Many are affected by 
the tragedy of the cross who will not receive its doctrines 
or deny themselves a single indulgence for His sake who 

hung thereon. 

WE should not despair for the goodness of the world if 
we do not happen to see it immediately around us. The at- 
mosphere is still blue, though so much of it enclosed in our 
apartment is colorless. 

WOUTJXST thou from sorrow find a sweet relief ? 

Or is thy heart oppressed with woe untold? 
Balm wouldst thou gather for corroding grief ? 

Pour blessings round thee like a shower of gold. 

Charles Wilcox. 

WHEN first thy eyes rniveil, give thy soul leave 

To do the like; our bodies but forerun 
The spirit's duty; true hearts spread and heave 

Unto their God, as flowers do to the SUB. 

JET. Vaugkan. 


IF there is a virtue in the world at which we aim, 

it is cheerfulness. 


BREVITY is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and 
outward flourishes. 

IF you would not have affliction visit you twice, listen at 
once to what it teaches. 

James Surgk. 

HARSH counsels have no effect; they are like hammers 
which are always repulsed by the anvil. 


EVERY man, however wise, requires the advice of some 
sagacious friend in the affairs of life. 


OH, how many deeds 
Of deathless virtue and immortal crime, 
The world had wanted, had the actor said, 
U I will do this to-morrow!" 

Lord John Mussell. 

TRUE worth is in being, riot seeming 

In doing each day that goes by 
Some little good not in dreaming 

Of great things to do by and by; 
For whatever men say in their blindness, 

And spite of the fancies of youth, 
There is nothing so kingly as kindness, 

And nothing so royal as truth. 

Alice Gary* 

GOD is glorified, not by our groans, but our thanksgivings; 
and all good thought and good action claim a natural alli- 

ance with good cheer. 



GIVE words, kind words, to those who err; 

Remorse doth need a comforter. 
Though In temptation's wiles they fall, 

Condemn not we are sinners all. 
With the swetjt charity of speech, 
Give words that heal, and words that teach. 

Mrs. Sigourney. 

A LITTLE word In kindness spoken, 

A motion or a tear, 
Has often healed the heart that's broken, 

And made a friend sincere. 

A word, a look, has crushed to earth 

Full many a budding flower, 
Which, had a smile but owned its birth, 

Would bless life's darkest hour, 

Then deem It not an Idle thing 

A pleasant word to speak; 
The face you wear, the thoughts you bring, 

A heart may heal or break. 

Coles worthy. 

Is thy cruse of comfort failing ? 

Rise and share It with another, 
And through all the years of famine 

It shall serve thee and thy brother; 
Love divine will fill thy storehouse, 

Or thy handful still renew; 
Scanty fare for one will often 

Make a royal feast for two. 

Mrs. Charles. 

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; 
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; 
His tears pure messengers sent from the heart; 
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. 



HE that was taught only by himself had a fool for a 


WHY work I not ? The veriest mite that sports Its one- 
day life within the sunny beam has its stem duties. 

Alexander Smith. 

To me the meanest flower that blows can give 
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. 


SUNDAY is the golden clasp that binds the volume of the 


THE best way in the world to seem to be anything is 
really to be what we would seem to be. 


A GREAT man is always willing to be little. While he 
sits on the cushion of advantages he goes to sleep. When 
he is pushed and disappointed, tormented, defeated, he has 
a chance to learn something. He has been put on his wits, 
but he has gained facts; he has learned his ignorance, he is 
cured of the insanity of conceit, has got moderation and 

real skill. 


THE essence of true nobility is neglect of self, tret the 
thought of self pass in, and the beauty of a great action is 
gone, like the bloom from a soiled flower. 


WEKE I, Godl in churchless lands remaining, 

Far from all voice of teachers or divines, 
My soul would find, in flowers of thy ordaining, 

Priests, sermons, shrines. 

Horace Smith. 



THEEE is a certain noble pride through which merits 

shine brighter than through modesty. 


SWEET Is the breath of praise when given by those whose 

own high merit claims the praise they give. 

Hannah More. 

TROUBLE and perplexity drive me to prayer, and prayer 

drives away perplexity and trouble. 


IN all the affairs of human life, social as well as political, 
1 have remarked that courtesies of fa small and trivial char- 
acter are the ones that strike deepest to the grateful and 

appreciating heart. 

Henry Clay. 

THERE is nothing more to be esteemed than a manly 
firmness and decision of character. I like a person who 
knows his own mind and sticks to it; who sees at once 
what is to be done in given circumstances and does it. 

William Haztitt. 

WITH white wings spread she bounded o'er the deep, 
Home from the tossings of a stormy sea, 

Where waves had yawned, and winds howled fearfully; 

And where the harbor's waters seemed to sleep 

In breezeless calm, and deep, untroubled rest, 
She glided in, furling her weary wing, 
Dropping her anchor down, and like a living thing, 

Settling securely on the water's breast. 

So, Oh, my God! from the rough sea of life, 

Driven by doubt and fear and haggard care. 

Let me my worn and weary spirit bear, 
Far from its rage and noise and stormy strife, 

Into the haven of Thy sheltering love, 
And find an anchorage no storm can move. 

Mary A. Limmiore. 


THE soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, 
Lets In new light through chinks that time has 
Stronger by weakness wiser men become, 
As they draw nestr to their eternal home, 
Leaving- the old, both worlds at once they view, 
That stand upon the threshold of the new. 

Edmund Waller. 

ITS His death Christ Is a sacrifice, satisfying for our sins; 
in the resurrection, a conqueror; in the ascension, a king, 
in the intercession, a high-priest. 


CHRISTIAN faith is a grand cathedral with divinely pic- 
tured windows. Standing without, you see no glory nor 
can possibly imagine any; standing within, every ray of 
light reveals a harmony of unspeakable splendors. 


I HAVE read the Bible through many times. It is a book 
of all others for lawyers, as well as divines, and I pity the 
man who cannot find in it a rich supply of thought and 
rule of conduct. 

Daniel Webster. 

WHEK a book raises your spirits and inspires you with 
noble and courageous feelings, seek for no other rule to 
: udge the work by; it is good, and made by a good work- 

NEVEB burn kindly written letters; it is so pleasant to 
read them over when the ink is brown, the paper yellow 
with age, and the hands that traced the friendly words are 
folded over the hearts that prompted them. Keep all lov- 
ing letters. Burn only the harsh ones, and in burning, for- 
give and forget them. 


THE books which help you most are those which make 
you think the most. The hardest way of learning is by 
easy reading. 

Theodore Parker. 

BOOKS are the true levelers. They give to all who faith- 
folly use them the society, the spiritual presence, of the 
greatest and best of our race. 


PEOPLE talk of the sacrifice I have made in spending so 
much of my life in Africa. Can that be called a sacrifice 
which is simply paid as a small part of a great debt owing 
to our God, which we can never repay? Is that a sacrifice 
which brings its own blest reward in healthful activity, the 
consciousness of doing good, peace of mind, and a bright 
hope of a glorious destiny hereafter? Away with the word 
in such a view, and with such a thought. 

Dr. Livingstone. 

"WHAT shall I do?" My boy, don't stand asking; 

Take hold of something whatever you can, 
Don't turn aside for the toiling or tasking; 

Idle, soft hands never yet made a man. 

Grasp with a will whatever needs doing; 

Still stand ready, when one work is done, 
Another to seize, then still pursuing 

In duty your course, find the victory won. 

Do your best for to-day, trust God for to-morrow; 

Don't be afraid of a jest or a sneer; 
Be cheerful and hopeful, and no trouble borrow; 

Keep the heart true, and the head cool and clear. 

If you can climb to the top without falling, 

Do it. If not, go as high as you can. 
Man is not honored by business or calling; 

Business and calling are honored by man. 

Mrs. Gage. 


O MOTHERS whose children are sleeping, 

Thank God by their pillows, to-night; 
And pray for the mothers now weeping 

O'er pillows too smooth and too white; 
Where bright little heads oft have lain, 

And soft little cheeks have been pressed; 
O mothers who know not this pain, 

Take courage and bear all the rest! 

For the sombre-winged angel is going 

With pitiless flight o'er the land, 
And we wake in the morn, never knowing 

What he, ere the night, may demand. 
Yes, to-night, while our darlings are sleeping, 

There's many a soft little bed, 
Whose pillows are moistened with weeping 

For the loss of one dear little head. 

There art} hearts on whose innermost altar 

There is nothing but ashes, to-night; 
There are voices whose tones sadly falter, 

And dim eyes that shrink from the light, 
O mothers whose children are sleeping, 

As ye bend to caress the fair heads, 
Pray, pray, for the mothers now weeping 

O'er pitiful, smooth little beds! 

Christian Union. 

is naturally so stupid, that he must be amazed be- 
fore he will wake up and see anything. It is only when 
the Macaulays and the Lamartines and the Dantes and 
Homers come along, that the human family will really con- 
fess that there is anything of value or of beauty taking 

place in the world. 

David Swing. 

THEY are slaves who dare not be 
In the right with two or three. 


BB it a weakness, it deserves some praise, 
We love the play-place of our early days; 
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone 
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. 


DEATH is another life; we bow our heads 
At going out, we think, and enter straight 
Another golden chamber of the KingX 
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. 

IB alley. 

How sweet in winter-time we feign the spring, 

How fair by night we dream the day shall be? 
Can any April-tide such freshness bring, 

Our eyes on any morn such brightness see? 
Half heedlessly we hear the first bird sing, 

Behold the first shoots breaking on the tree; 
And when we wake, our reason fain would cling 

Prisoners to fancy, fearing to be free. 

For like the crossing leaves, that day by day 
Grow larger, till they weave the linden shade, 

Our pleasures so are woven to a whole; 
Not in the part we see how glad are they, 
But after find ev'n fairer than we prayed 

Their dreams and memories left within the soul. 

NOT yet, O friend! not yet; 

The patient stars 
Lean from their lattices content to wait; 

All is illusion till the morning bars 
Slip from the levels of the eastern gate. 

Night is too young, O friend! day is too near; 

Wait for the day that maketh all things clear 
Not yet, friend! not yet. 


Not yet, friend! not yet; 

All is not true; 
All is not ever as it seemeth now; 

Soon shall the river take another blue, 
Soon dies yon light upon the mountain brow; 

What lieth dark, O love! bright day will fill; 

Wait for thy morning, be it good or ill 
Not yet, love! not yet. 



EVERY absurdity has a champion to defend it, for error 
is always talkative. 


REASON is the test of ridicule not ridicule the test of 


JBlshop Warfrurton. 

THEKE are men of concealed fire that doth not break 
out in the ordinary circumstances of life. 


A MAN should never be ashamed, to own he has been in 
the wrong, which is but saying in other words that he is 
wiser to-day than he was yesterday. 


SCIENCE in other words, knowledge is not the enemy 
of religion; for, if so, then religion would mean ignorance; 
but it is often the antagonist of school- divinity. 



WE do not become righteous by doing what Is righteous, 
but having become righteous we do what is righteous. 


HUMAN- government Is a necessary evil built upon the 
ruins of the bowors of paradise. 

Thomas Paine. 

DREAD more the blunderer's friendship than the calum- 
niator's enmity. 

Nil admirari is the motto which men of the world al- 

ways affect; they think It vulgar to wonder or to be en- 
thusiastic. They have so much corruption and so much 
charlatanism that they think the credit of all high qualities 
must be delusion. 

Sir jEgvrton Brydges. 

SCIENCE is the natural ally of religion. 

Theodore Parker. 

THE tallest trees are most in the power of the wind. 

William Penn. 

THE ablest pilots are willing to receive advice from pas- 
sengers in tempestuous weather. 


NATURE'S tears are reason's merriment. 


STKRH winter loves a dirge-like sound. 


THERE is none so homely but loves a looking-glass. 


GOLD, the picklock that never fails, 

Massing er. 


WE read on the forehead of those who are surrounded by 
luxury, that fortune sells what she is thought to give. 

JLa Fontaine* 

How sad a sight is human happiness to 
thoughts can pierce beyond an hour ! 


WHEN a man pursues money only, his features become 
narrowed; his eyes shrink and converge; his smile, when 
he has any, hardens; his language fails of poetry and orna- 
ment; his letters to a friend dwindle down to a telegraphic 
dispatch; he seems to have no time for anything, because 
his heart has only one thing for which it wishes time. 

David Swing. 

THE indiscriminate defense of right and wrong contracts 
the understanding, while it hardens the heart. 


PATIENCE and gravity of bearing are an essential part 
of justice ; and an over-speaking judge is no well-tuned 


Lord Bacon. 

LET the student often stop and examine himself upon 
what he has read. Let him cultivate intercourse with 
others pursuing the same studies, and converse frequently 
upon the subject of their reading. 

George Sharswood. 

THERE is perhaps no profession, after that of the sacred 
ministry, in which a high-toned morality is more Impera- 
tively necessary than that of the law. 

George Sharswood. 

FRETFOXNESS of temper will generally characterize those 

who are negligent of order. 



MOEALITY is but the vestibule of religion. 


IF you would convince a person of his mistakes, accost 
him not upon that subject when his spirit is ruffled. 

Isaac Watts. 

A CROWD Is not company, and faces are but a gallery of 

pictures, where there Is no love, 

Lord Bacon. 

A JEST is a very serious thing. 


SCIENCE is the topography of ignorance. 


THE value of a thought cannot be told. 


TKUTH Is everlasting, but our ideas of truth are not. 
Theology is but our present ideas of truth classified and 



ORTHODOXY Is the Bourbon of the world of thought. It 
learns not, ne th.r can it forget. 

Professor Huxley. 

A KOGTTE is a roundabout fool 


SHALLOW men believe in luck ; strong men believe in 
cau.,e and effect. 


THE man who always demands that you shall " stick to 
the facts," means that you shall accept his theory ; and the 
man who says that "it stands to reason," usually cannot 


WITH me it is always the unexpected which happens. 

James A. Garfield. 

THE flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly, 


A TEDIOUS person is one a man would leap a steeple 

jBtn JTvnson. 

A MA^ of letters is often' a man with two natures one a 
book nature, the other a human nature. These often clash 


LOVE'S sweetest meanings are unspoken; the full heart 
knows no rhetoric of words. 

CURSED >be the social lies that watp us from the living 
truth 1 


THERE is^one art of which every man should be master, 
the art of reflection. 


AH ! surely nothing dies but something mourns. 


INTO the path of sin 
One step may take you, 
For wrong lies near 
To the path of right; 
But lower down, 
From right to wrong, 
The way descends; 
But back again to right 
'T is steep and rugged. 


A MAN who is not able to make a bow to his own con- 
science every morning is hardly In a condition to respect- 
fully salute the world at any other time of the day. 

Douglas Jerrold* 

HKBOBS have gone out; quacks have come in; the reign 
of quacks has not ended with the nineteenth century. The 
sceptre is held with a firmer grasp; the empire has a wider 
boundary. We are all the slaves of quackery in one shape 
or another. Indeed, one portion of our being is always 

playing the successful quack to the other. 

1 J Carlyh. 

COULD I obtain a hearing of the young men and young 
women who thus seek the city, I would say to them, not as 
some might, " Flee for your lives back to your homesteads 
and villages," for theirs is a noble and a worthy ambition. 
But I would say to them, " Put on the whole armor of God, 
seek out the society and sustaining friendship of the virtu- 
ous, attend the house of God and cling to that teacher 
who most sensibly touches your soul. Devote yourself in 
busy hours to the interests of your employer, or to the 
needs of your business if you are your own employer, and 
in your leisure moments seek the libraries and picture gal- 
leries; or, better still, pursue in the privacy of your own 
chamber a course of solid reading, which in itself offers a 
stronger security than anything else, except religious train- 
ing, against the wiles and temptations of sin in a great 
city. Keep strictly to the early teachings of religious 
parents, forget not your early prayers; and, in company 
where there may be sneerers, sceptics or atheists, who dis- 
dain the acknowledgment of a Supreme Being, have the 
courage and resolution to proclaim your belief, and in re- 
ply to their taunts and sneers show them that you can be 
more affable, more agreeable, and more attractive company 
with your belief, than they with theirs. 


DEATH is a friend of ours, and he that is not to en- 

tertain Mm is not at home. 


NOT here, not here! not where the sparkling waters 
Fade into mocking sands, as we draw near; 

Where in the wilderness each footstep falters: 
I shall be satisfied but oh, not here! 

Not here, where every dream of bliss deceives us, 
Where the worn spirit never gains its goal; 

Where haunted ever by the thought that grieves as 
Across us floods of bitter memory roll. 

There is a land where every pulse is thrilling 
With rapture earth's sojourn ers may not know; 

Where heaven's repose the weary heart is stilling, 
And peacefully life's time-tossed currents flow. 

Far out of sight, while yet the flesh enfolds us, 
Lies the fair country where our hearts abid&, 
And of its bliss is naught more wondrous told us 
Than these few words, " I shall be satisfied!" 

Satisfied, satisfied! the spirit's yearning 

For sweet companionship with kindred minds, 

The silent love that here meets no returning, 
The inspiration which no language finds 

Shall they be satisfied? the soul's vague longing, 
The aching void which nothing earthly fills? 

O, what desires upon my soul are thronging, 
As I look upward to the heavenly hills! 

Thither my weak and weary feet are tending; 

Savior and Lord! with thy frail child abide; 
Guide me toward home, where, all my wanderings ending 

I then shall see Thee and " be satisfied." 


TIRED! well, and what of that? 
Didst*ancy life was spent on beds of ease, 
Fluttering the rose-leaves scattered by the breeze? 
Come, rouse thce! work while it is called to-day; 
Coward, arise, go forth upon thy way! 

Lonely! and what of that? 
Some must be lonely; 'tis not given to all 
*To feel a heart responsive rise and fall 
To blend another life into its own; 
Work may be done in loneliness; work on ! 

Dark! well, and what of that? 
Didst fondly dream that sun would never set? 
Dost fear to lose thy way? Take courage yet ! 
Learn thou to walk by faith and not by sight, 
Thy steps will guided be and guided right. 

Hard! well, and what of that? 

Didst fancy life one Summer holiday, 

With lessons none to learn, and naught but play? 

Gt>, getthee to thy task. Conquer or diel 

It must be learned; learn it then patiently. 

No help! nay, 'tis not so; 
Though human help be far, thy God is nigh, 
Who feeds the ravens, hears His children's cry; 
He's near thee wheresoe'er thy footsteps roam, 
And He will guide thee, light thee, help thee home. 

u LET us pass over! " We were far astray; 

Between us and our home the sea was wide; 
When He, who is himself the blessed way, 

Bade us cross over and with Him abide. 

Faith wavered, and temptation lured us on; 

Too fair, this world, for mortal to withstand; 
Yet came His voice, though from Him we had gone; 

" Let us pass over to a better land. " 


Again our hearts were torn with grief am! pain ; 

Our eyes tear-blinded; life seemed only loss! 
When calling us to His pierced side again, 

Christ showed to us the crown beyond the cross! 

And now life wanes. We stand by the dark river, 
With none beside save Him the crucified. 

Gently He calls, whose love is joy forever; 
" Let us pass over to the other side. " 

Friend/ Review. 

THE look of sympathy, the gentle word, 
Spoken so low that only angels heard; 

The secret art of pure self-sacrifice, 

Unseen by men, but marked by angels' eyes 
These are not lost. 

The sacred music of a tender strain, 

Wrung from a poet's heart by grief and pain, 

And chanted timidly, with doubt and fear, 
To busy crowds, who scarcely pause to hear 
These are not lost. 

The silent tears that fall at dead of night 

Over soiled robes, that once were pure and white: 

The prayers that rise like incense from the soul, 
Longing for Christ to make it clean and whole 
These are not lost. 

The happy dreams that gladdened all our youth, 
When dreams had less of self and more of truth; 

The childhood's faith, so tranquil and so sweet. 
Which sat like Mary at the Master's feet 
These are not lost. 

The kindly plans devised for others' good, 
So seldom guessed, so little understood; 

The quiet, steadfast love that strove to win 
Some weary wanderer from the ways of sin 
These are not lost. 


Not lost, O Lord! for, In thy city bright, 
Our eyes shall see the past by clearer light, 

And things long hidden from our gaze below, 
Thou wilt reveal, and we shall surely know 
These are not lost. 

THEBE'S many a life chained down by circumstance 

And tethered to a close and narrow scope, 
That wildly throbs impatient to advance, 

And soar to join its dear desire and hope ; 
Yet brooding in the realms of hope's expanse, 

Falls down within its narrow beaten track, 
And wakes at last from out a lifelong- trance 

To find in death each hope turned empty back. 

It is not only to the scroll of fame, 

Nor to the sculptured stone to honor raised, 
Is limited the noble deed and name ; 

These, in their greatness known, the world has praised; 
But many a life has been whose dying flame 

Has flickered dimly to a lowly end, 
Whose noble deeds a deathless name might frame, 

Yet died, unknown, un honored, with no friend. 

There have been heroes more than battles make, 

Whose greatness never reached a herald's ears ; 
There have been martyrs, never at the stake, 

Who suffered martyrdom thro' lingering years ; 
As noiseless as the snow falls, flake by flake, 

And melts unseen upon the rolling wave, 
So their pure lives in silent actions spake, 

Their virtues mute went down into the grave. 

The ills of life are manifold they come 
Upon the righteous and the bad the same, 

The rich and poor alike must take their sum, 
For trouble knows no station, caste or name ; 


In life's great camp, above the merry hum 

Of thoughtful life, steals in the solemn tone 
Of sorrow, beating his low muffled drum, 

And the tramping on, with rendering wail and moan. 

Time creeps upon us unawares ; the years 

Like ocean waves roll up, and onward go. 
The burdens of the day, joys, hopes and fears, 

Move ever with a ceaseless ebb and flow ; 
Look back upon the rolling past, that rears 

Its waves in silent tempest, and behold ! 
It fills the mind with many mingled fears, 

Fears for the things the future may behold. 

And shall we wail and sorrow for the dead? 

Nay, rather for the living drop a- tear! 
Their's is the moist eye, their's the heart of lead, 

Their's the drooping soul that needeth cheer. 
Then weep weep for the living their's the woe, 

The ills of life are ended with the dead ! 
They leave their sorrows and their griefs below, 

The living have life's future to dread ! 

We know the present, and the bygone, too ; 

We know what we have been and what we are ; 
But, oh! that we the unborn future knew ! 

Would it the present's sweet contentment mar? 
Alas ! we know not, death alone is true ; 

But what shall fill the space that lies between? 
We cannot say, we may not catch the clue, 

Or know our parts in each succeeding scene ! 

SWEET hand that, held in mine, 
Seems the one thing I cannot live without, 
The soul's one anchorage in this storm and doubt, 

I take thee as a sign 



Of sweeter days In store 
For life, and more than life, when life is done, 
And thy soft pressure leads me gently on 

To Heaven's own evermore. 

I have not much to say, 

Nor that much in words, at such fond request, 
Let my blood speak to thine, and hear the rest 

Some silent heartfelt way. 

Thrice blest the faithful hand 
Which saves e'en while it blesses; hold me fast; 
Let me not go beneath the floods at last, 

So near the better land. 

Sweet hand that, thus in mine, 
Seems the one thing I cannot live without, 
My heart's one anchor in the storm and doubt, 

Take this, and make me thine. 

Frazier^s Magazine. 

WILD raged the tempest, 

Fierce was the blast, 
Bright gleamed the lightning, 

Fell the rain fast; 
High rolled the billows. 

Crested with white, 
Giearniag like phantom forms 

In the dark night. 

See that lone ship afar ; 

Waves wash its deck, 
Tossed by the angry sea, 

Almost a wreck. 
Still sleeps the Pilot, 

Danger so near, 
How can He slumber thus, 

Without a fear? 


Loud call the fishermen, 

* c Mas te r, we die! 
Look on the tempest wide, 

Hear Thou our cry,. 
Hear we the ocean's roar, 

Filled with alarm; 
Rise from Thy slumber sweet. 

Save us from harm! ** 

Then rose the Master up, 

Sad beamed His eye, 
" Fear ye the roaring sea, 

"When I am nigh? 
Oh, ye of little faith, 

Weak, 'weak your will, 
Cease, thou wild raging sea, 

Peace, be still! " 

Tossed on temptation's sea, 

Lord, hear my cry; 
All seems so dark around, 

Still art Thou nigh? 
High roll the billows, 

Fierce is the fight; . 
Lord, Thou hast left me 

Alone in the night! 

Hush, thou of little faith, 

Cry not so wild 5 
Know that I slumber not, 
Thou art my child: 

And when the trouble comes, 

Bend to my will; 
I bid the wildest storm: 

Peace, be still! 

Minnie Laura Matthews. 


I shall sleep! Some sunny day, 
"When blossoms In the wind are dancing, . 

And children at their cheerful play 

Heed not the mournful crowd advancing 1 , 
Up through the long and busy street, 
They'll bear me to my last retreat. 

Or else It matters not may rave 

TJhe storm, and sleet, and wintry weather 

Above the bleak and new-made grave, 
Where care and I lie down together. 

Enough that I shall know It not, 

Beneath, in that dark, narrow spot. 

For I shall sleep! As sweet a sleep 

As ever graced a babe reposing 
Awaits me In the cell so deep, 

Where I, my weary eyelids closing, 
At length shall lay me down to rest, 
Heedless of clods above my breast. 

Asleep! how still this pulse will He, 
Rid of life's throb that beats so wildly! 

How calm will be this restless eye, 

Erst bright with tears, now closed so mildly! 

For not one dream of earth will come 

To haunt the quiet of that home! 

Oh, sweet repose! Oh, slumber blest! 

Oh, night of peace! no storm, no sorrow 
No heavy stirring in my rest, 

To meet another weary morrow! 
I shall not note or night or dawn, 
But still, with folded hands, sleep on. 

Sleep on, though just above my head 

Scowl sin and misery's haggard laces 
For the dull slumber of the dead 


All sense of human woe erases; 
Palsies the heart and cures the brain 
Of every fever- throb of pain. 

Armies above ray rest may tramp 

'T will not disturb one rigid muscle; 
I should not heed their iroo stamp 

More than a leaf's complaining rustle: 
Nay, were the world convened to break 
My leaden sleep, I should not wake. 

And yet, me thinks, if steps of those 

I've known and loved on earth were round me, 
*T would tame the might of my repose. 

Shiver the iron cords that bound me 
Save that I know this could not be, 
For death disowns all sympathy. 

Well, be it so; since I should yearn, 

And weep, and watch for their appearing^ 

Chiding each lingering, late return, 
Forever sad, forever fearing 

Living life's drama o'er again, 

Its tragedy of hope and pain* 

Then weep not, friends, what time ye lay 
The warm, moist earth above my ashes; 

Think what a rest awaits my clay, 

And smooth the mound with tearless lashes 

Glad that the wasted form within 

Has done at length with care and sin. 

Think that with him the strife is o'er, 

Life's stormy, struggling battle ended; 
Hope that his soul has gained that shore 

To which, though weak, his footsteps tended; 
Breathe the dear hope above his sod, 
And leave him to his rest and God! 

W. A. TTrquhart* 


LIFB Is a mystic?, flame, 
An upward tierce endeavor, 
That through the boundless frame 
Of nature, burns forever. 

And as the quivering- fire 
Spring's to its native skies, 
So kindled with desire, 
Alan's restless thoughts arise. 

Ever eager still, 

Fed with good or ill, 

Man's unbaffled will 

For new achievement tries; 

Man doth pleasure gain, 
Yet, in secret pain, 
Stung with new disdain 
For new enjoyment sighs* 

But oft the proud endeavor 

No leaf of laurel crowns, 
The heart's sincerest yearning 

Ruthless oblivion drowns. 

Why, ah ! why this ceaseless striving? 

Life is but a narrow span, 
Fleeting, fleeting as a zephyr 
Are the hopes and deeds of man; 

Care and sorrow sadly lead us 
'Long our life's dim forest way; 

Life is but a trembling shadow, 
Checkered with few flecks of day. 

"What avail our tiny strivings? 

Death will crush our puny pride; 
Better, like the yielding lily, 

Sway upon the fickle tide. 


Death,, the gloomy cloud, shall swallow 

This oar life's dim passing gleam; 
AH our hopes, our joys, our passion, 

Vanish like a fitful dream. 

Yes, onward to the vast unknown, 

Thro' the black gate of death we go, 
Trembling, shiv'ring-, and alone, 

Whither we know not who can know ? 

Quenched like the flashing- torch that falls 

Into the blank dark of a cave, 
All that the soul of man. appalls, 

Stands threatening- round the dreadful grave! 

Why must man die? It is not just 
That he should crumble into dust! 
Our hopes that link us with the sky, 
Mere rings of smoke why must we die? 
The blossom touched with blighting- frost, 

Shrivels and falls, faded In death; 
And must man^s radiant dreams be lost, 

Frail as the morning's misty breath? 

No longer with vain doubts contend, 

Nor let grim death thy soul affright; 
We have an ever living friend 

In Him who dwells above all height, 
Hope is the spirit's azure sky 

Sublime, star fill'd, it springs above, 
Joy, my soul ! thou canst not die ! 

Thou hast a God and God is love ! 

The sun that fades in western skies, 

Uplifts the radiant rim of morn 
Tho while, elsewhere, to other eyes; 

So, we in other worlds are born. 


Man shall not die ! Thought shall not die ! 

All of good shall live for aye 1 

Hope, the spirit's azure sky 
Arches o'er us, built on high; 
Man shall not forever die ! 

John S. Van Cleve. 



ABSTRACT^, abridgments, summaries, etc., have the same 
use as burning glasses, to collect the diffused rays of wit 
arid learning- in authors, and make them point with warmth 
and quickness upon the reader's imagination. 


IT is the first step that costs. 

French Proverb. 

A MAN is only as old as he feels. 

Douglas Jerrold. 

THE race of life has become intense; the runners are 
treading iipon each others' heels. Woe be to him who 
stops to tie his shoe-strings! 

G curly le. 

I BIB not think that because I had done wrong I ought 
not to do right. 


HYPOCRISY can afford to be magnificent in its promises; 
for never intending to go beyond promises, it costs nothing! 



LET us, therefore, stop, while to stop Is in OEF power; let 
us live as men who are sometime to grow old, and to whom 
It will be the most dreadful of all evils to count their past 
years by follies, and to be reminded of their former luxuri- 
ance of health only by the maladies which riot has produced, 

Samuel Johnson. 

To man this earth is something more than a dormitory 
and a larder and a gymnasium. It Is a school-house and a 
work-shop and a gallery of art. It Is a mighty lesson-book 
for his perpetual study. Taking a broad view of our whole 
existence, It Is not too much to say that our entire life on 
earth is thus basal and preparative. It Is foundation work, 
root work, a getting ready rather than an achievement 

Cyrus D. JPos*, D*D. 

REMORSE, the fatal egg by pleasure laid. 


THE vain regret that steals above the wreck of squan- 
dered hours. 


HUMAN beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should 
cast our life and hopes away on tnee. 


SIR, when you have seen one green field you have seen 
all green fields. Let us walk down Oheapside. 

amuel Johnson. 

EYES raised toward heaven are always beautiful, what- 

ever they be. 


WE are very much what others think of us. The recep- 
tion our observation meets with gives us courage to pro- 
ceed or damps our efforts. 



S? lias interests otht*r than those that are material; be 
has aspirations that sweep beyond time and this world. He 
Is more than his body; he is greater than his life; he has a 
vision that is not of the eye; he has within him a " still, 
small voice," that compels attention now and then. We 
are apt to forget these things in this whirling- age and coun- 
try, Most of us are utterly immersed in worldly pursuits, and 
wholly occupied with selfish struggles, so that the moral part 
of our nature is neglected. Now, we would not undervalue 
the necessities of the hour. It is proper that the work of 
the clay should be clone manfully; that the battles of life 
should be fought with resolution, and that people should try 
to improve their material fortunes. But still there is some- 
thing else that must not be overlooked. There is a moral 
nature, the neglect of which is moral death. 

5fS * % % * * 

NoTniSG more thoroughly contemptible, nothing more 
thoroughly confuted by Its own processes, than agnosticism 
has ever held up its head amongst men. The entire pro- 
cess by which it arrives at the unknown somewhat Is an 
ascent from effects to causes, a series of discoveries of 
causes from their effects, but the last cause, forsooth, is the 
unique exception, and Is not to be known by what it does 
and produces. We are indebted for this excessively dis- 
graceful and senseless admission to that prolific source of 
unspeakable nonsense and folly, German philosophical spec- 
ulation. We are not indulging in vituperation, but are 
simply calling a spade a spade. To fill the cup of astonish- 
ment to the very brim, the persons indulging in the utter 
senselessness of agnosticism are actually introduced to us 
as exceptionally Intelligent. 

Christian Intelligencer. 

HAYIKG- looked upon the great mountains of Colorado, 
God seems greater to me than ever, and the Ancient of Days 
older than ever, and His goodness better than ever. 

J. E. Mtting&r, D.D. 


Now good digestion on appetite, 
And health on both ! 

GIVE a boy address and accomplishments, you give 

him the mastery of palaces and fortunes where be goes. 


MEN are like stone jugs you may lug them where you 
like by the ears. 

Samuel Johnson. 

IT is vain, to be always looking towards the future and 
never acting towards it. 

J. F. JBoijes. 

LOVE and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea. 


THERE is no odor so bad as that which arises from good- 

ness tainted. 


MAN is more than constitutions, 


THERE are but three classes of men: the retrogade, the 
stationary, and the progressive, 


MAIST is an animal that makes bargains; no other animal 
does this; one dog does not change a bone with another! 

Adam Smith. 

MAN is an animal that cooks his victuals. 

IF there are men in whom the ridiculous has never ap- 
peared, it is because they have not been well searched. 



GOD made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. 


FRIENDSHIP closes its eyes rather than see the moon 
eclipsed; while malice denies that it is ever at the full. 


MAN* is the end towards which all the animal creation 
has tended from the first appearance of the Palaeozoic fishes. 


A >IAK" ought to carry himself in the world as an orange- 
tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden 
swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up to 

the air. 


is greater than a world, than systems of worlds; 
there is more mystery in the union of soul with the physi- 
cal than in the creation of a universe. 

Henry Giles. 

THE personal element tells in the formation of character. 
No conceivable advantages of endowment or appliances, 
and no prestige of position^ should make a Christian parent 
willing to place son or daughter in an undevout atmosphere, 
for scholastic training. 

Christian Intelligencer. 

ALL great natures delight in stability; all great men find 
eternity affirmed in the very promises of their faculties. 


THIS is not a land of peace; it is a nation of armed men. 
There should be general disarmament, and we should 
guard the sale of pistols as we guard the sale of poisons. 
It is the brutality that comes from the possession of weap- 
ons that does the harm, 

Robert Gollyer. 


MEN, in general, are but great children. 

WHAT a piece of work is man ! How noble in ! 

How infinite in faculties I In form and moving, how ex- 
press and admirable ! In action, how like an In 

apprehension, how like a god. 


is the highest product of his own history. The dis- 
coverer finds nothing so grand or tall as himself, nothing so 
valu tble to him. The greatest star is that at the little end 
of the telescope the star that is looking, not looked after, 
nor looked at 

Theodore Parker, 

I CALL that, the Book of Job, aside from all theories about 
it, one of the grandest things ever written with pen. One 
feels, indeed, as if it were not Hebrew; such a noble uni- 
versality, different from noble patriotism or sectarianism, 
reigns in It, A noble book ! all men's book ! It is our 
first, oldest statement of the never-ending problem man's 
destiny and God's way with him here in this earth. And 
all iu such free, flowing outlines; grand in its sincerity, in 
its simplicity; in its epic melody, and repose of reconcile- 
ment. There is the seeing eye, the mildly understanding 
heart. So true every way; true eyesight and vision for all 
things; material things no less than spiritual; the horse 
"hastthou clothed his neck with thunder?" he"lau</h$ 
at the shaking of the spear 1" Such living likenesses were 
never since drawn. Sublime sorrow, sublime reconciliation; 
oldest choral melody as of the heart of mankind; so soft 
and great; as the summer midnight, as the world with its 
seas and stars ! There is nothing written, I think, in the 
Bible or out of it, of equal literary merit. 



, Idaho and Arizona, the States of Oregon, 
Nevada aacl California, compose together the magnificent 
empire of the Pacific, a grander and prouder empire, than 
which does not elsewhere exist under the sun an empire 
broad in territorial area, extending with Alaska, from the 
eternal ice of the Arctic seas to the semi-tropical belt where 
the apple and the pine-apple grow side by side, extending 
from the wave-washed sands of the golden sea to the rock- 
ribbed mountains that separate but do not divide us from 
you, our eastern friends; embracing the present worth of 
gold and grain, wool and wine, and an incalculable future 
of wealth that shall yet astonish the world. It is a broad 
and splendid domain. Its western shore looks westward to 
eastern lands. Its golden gates stand wide ajar to admit 
the commerce of the Orient and to welcome the intercourse 
necessary to its enjoyment. It is the future home of your 
children. It is the inheritance of your sons. It is the 
dower of your daughters. Guard this rich empire, and 
preserve it as the home and inheritance and dower of all 
the children of this Christian commonwealth. 

The Argonauts. 

THB heart may often be cheered by observing the opera- 
tions of an ever-present intelligence, and we may feel we 
are leaning on His bosom while living in a world clothed 
in beauty and robed with the glorious perfection of its 
Maker and Preserver. We must feel that there is a Gover- 
nor among the nations who will bring all plans with re- 
spect to our human family to a glorious consummation. 
He who stays his mind on his ever-present, ever-energetic 
God will not fret himself because of evil-doers. He that 
believeth shall not make haste. 

David Livingstone. 

LET our lives be pure as snowfields, where our footsteps 
leave a mark, but not a stain. 

Madame Swetchine. 


I CANNOT let lost lives with go 

1 must look to what I used to know, 

And looking weep. 

THE great transcontinental railways are rushing onward, 
one after another, from ocean to ocean, re- 

gions of agricultural or mining wealth to new settlements* 
and stringing towns of future might influence 

their iron threads all the way. 

No language can express what we feel or we clear- 

ly discern as to the present moral dangers of our country, 
and the call of God upon his people to arise and save it ! 
Meport Amer. Some Mi#&. Society. 

are builders, and each one 
Should cut and carve as best he can. 

Every life Is but a stone, 

Every one shall hew his own, 
Make or mar shall every man. 

Life is short, yet some achieve 

Fortune, fame, in war or art; 
Some miss their chance and can't retrieve, 
Some fail because they stop to grieve, 

Some pause with fainting heart. 

'T is the bold who win the race, 

Whether for gold, or love, or name; 
'T is the true ones always face 
Dangers and trials, and win a place, 
A niche in the fane of fame. 

Strike and struggle; ever strive, 

Labor with hand, and heart, and brain. 

Work doth more than genius give; 

He who faithfully toils doth live; 
'T is labor that -doth reign. 


I CONSIDER It the best part of an education to have been 
bom and brought up in the country. 


be afraid of criticism or ridicule; always remember 
that opposition and calumny are often the brightest tribute 
that rice and folly can pay to virtue and wisdom. The com- 
mendation of some men justly excites suspicion, and their 
censure is equivalent to a certificate of good character. 

K. B. Hayes. 

CRUSH the dead leaves under thy feet, 
Gaze not on them with mournful sigh; 

Think not earth has no glory left, 
Because a few of its frail things die; 

Springtime will bring fresh verdure as sweet 
Crush the dead leaves under thy feet. 

Look not back with despairing heart, 
Think not life's morning has been in vain, 

Rich, broad fields lie before thee yet, 
Ready to yield their golden grain; 

Autumn may bring thee a fruitage sweet 
Crush the dead leaves under thy feet. 

Murmur not if thy shadows fall 

Thick and dark on thy earthly way; 
Hearts there are which must walk in sha<lo, 

Till they reach the light of eternal day; 
Life is not long, and the years are fleet 

Crush the dead leaves under thy feet. 

Bravely work wjth a steadfast soul, 
Make others happy, and thou shall find 

Happiness flowing back unto thy heart, 
A quiet peace and contented mind; 

If earth be lonely, then heaven is sweet - 
Crush the dead leaves under thy feet. 


IT is my firm conviction that only himself t> 

blame, if Ms life appears to him at any time void of inter- 
est and of pleasure. Man may make life what lie 
and give it as much worth, both for himself others, as 
he has energy for. Over his moral and Intellectual being 
his sway is complete. 

Is it worth while that we jostle a "brother 
Bearing his load on the rough road of life? 

Is it worth while that we jeer at each other 

In blackness of heart? that we war to the knife? 
God pity us all in our pitiful strife* 

God pity us all as we jostle each other; 
God pardon us all for the triumph we feel 

When a fellow goes down 'neath his load on the heather, 
Pierced to the heart; words are keener than steel, 
And mightier far for woe than for weal. 

Were it not well, in this brief little journey, 
On over the isthmus, down into the tide, 

We give him a fish, instead of a serpent, 
Ere folding the hands to be and abide 
Forever and aye in the dust at his side? 

Look at the roses saluting each other; 

Look at the herds all at peace on the plain; 

Man, and man only, makes war on his brother, 
And laughs in his heart at his peril and pain, 
Shamed by the beasts that go down on the plain. 

Is it worth while that we battle to humble 
Some poor fellow-creature down in the dust? 

God pity us all! Time eftsoon will tumble 
All of us together, like leaves in a gust, 
Humbled, indeed, down into the dust. 

J~oaquin Miller. 


P&BJUDIOE is pre judgment. It is forming- an opinion 
without examining the facts; it is hastily accepting a con- 
clusion without investigating the evidence upon which it 
rests; it is allowing ourselves to be hoodwinked and de- 
ceived, when the slightest reflection would keep us from 
such a mistake; it is being satisfied with hearsay, when we 
should demand the proof; it is rejecting everything at first 
sight, which does not confirm our former convictions or suit 
our former tastes or agree with our preconceived ideas; it 
is a revolt against the unpalatable and distasteful; it is a 
deep-seated reluctance to part with that to which we have 
been accustomed- a persistent hesitation to accept as true 
what we have not hitherto believed; a wicked unwillingness 
to admit that we can be wrong and others right. It fa- 
vors or condemns upon the slightest pretext; it recoils or 
embraces as it is moved by caprice. It is not limited to 
persons has to do with places, and creeds, and parties, and 
systems; hence its influence is extensive, and its evils mani- 
fold. Prejudice does not hold opinions; it is held by them. 
Its views are like plants that grow upon rocks, that stick 
fast, though they have no rooting. It looks through jaun- 
diced eyes; it listens with itching ears; it speaks in par- 
tial and biased accents. It clings to that which it should 
relinquish, and relinquishes that to which it should cling. 
When beaten, it remains defiant; when disproved and van- 
quished, it is sullen and obstinate. There is nothing too 
low for its love, or too noble for its hatred; nothing is too 
sacred for its attacks, or too deserving for its aspersions. 
It is as cruel as it is universal, as unjust as it is relentless; 
as unforgiving as it is conceited and ill-informed. 

A REALLY good man had rather be deceived than be sus- 
picious ; had rather forego his own right than run the ven- 
ture of doing even a hard thing. This is the temper of that 
charity of which the apostle says; "It shall never fail." 

Bishop Butler. 


GRIEF should be, 
Like joy majestic, equable, sedate, 

Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free, 
Strong to consume small troubles, to command 

Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the 

O, GKIEP hath changed me since you saw me last; 

And careful hours with Timers deformed hand 

Have written strange defeatures in my face. 

THERE are moods in which we court suffering, in the hope 
that here, at least, we shall find reality, sharp peaks and 
edges of truth. But it turns out to be scene-painting and 
counterfeit. The only thing grief has taught me is to know 
how shallow it is. 


TUB very large, very respectable, and very knowing class 
of misanthropes who rejoice in the name of grumblers, 
persons who are so sure that the world is going to ruin, 
that they resent every attempt to comfort them, as an insult 
to their sagacity, and accordingly seek their chief consola- 
tion in being inconsolable, their chief pleasure in being dis- 


A TRANSITION from an author's book to his conversation, 
is too often like an entrance into a large city, after a distant 
prospect. Remotely we see nothing but spires of temples 
and turrets of palaces, and imagine it the residence of splen- 
dor, grandeur, and magnificence ; but when we have passed 
the gates, we find it perplexed with narrow passages, dis- 
graced with despicable cottages, embarrassed with obstruc- 
tions, and clouded with smoke. 

Samuel Johnson. 


RISE! for the day is passing. 

And you He dreaming on; 
The others have buckled their armor, 

And forth to fight have gone; 
A place in the ranks awaits you, 

Each man has some part to play; 
The past and the future are nothing, 

In the face of the stern to-day. 

Rise from your dreams of the future 

Of gaining some hard fought field; 
Of storming some air fortress, 

Of bidding some giant yield; 
Your future has deeds of glory, 

Of honor, God grant it may! 
But your arm will never grow stronger, 

Or the need so great as to-day. 

Rise! If the past detains you, 

Her sunshine and storms forget, 
No chains so unworthy to hold you, 

As those of vain regret; 
Sad or bright she is lifeless forever; 

Cast her phantom arms away, 
Nor look back, save to learn the lesson 

Of a nobler strife to-day. 

Risel for the day is passing; 

The low sound that you scarcely hear 
Is the enemy marching to battle 

Arise ! for the foe is near; 
Stay not to sharpen your weapons, 

Or the hour will strike at last, 
When from dreams of coming battle, 

You may wake to find it past! 

Adelaide A. Procter. 

LICENSE they mean when they cry liberty. 



the rough battle of the day Is done, 
And evening's peace falls gently on the 
1 bound away across the noisy years, 
Unto the utmost verge of memory"^ Iand 9 
Where earth and sky in dreamy distance meet, 
Ami memory dim with dark oblivion joins; 
Where woke the first remembered sounds that fell 
Upon the ear In childhood's early morn; 
And wandering thence, along the rolling years, 
I see the shadow of my former self 
Gliding from childhood up to man's estate* 
The path of youth winds down through many a vale* 
And on the brink of many a dread abyss, 
From out whose darkness conies no ray of light, 
Save that a phantom dances o^er the gulf 
And beckons toward the verge. Again the path 
Leads o'er a summit where sunbeams fall; 
And thus In light and shade, sunshine and gloom, 
Sorrow and joy, this life-path leads along. 

James A. Gmrfield, 1860. 

VEIL, now, O Liberty, thy blushing face, 

At the fell deed that thrills a startled world; 

While fair Columbia weeps In dire disgrace, 
And bows in sorrow o'er the banner furled. 

No graceless tyrant falls by vengeance here, 
'Neath the wild justice of the secret knife; 

Nor red Ambition ends its grim career, 
And. expiates its horror with its life. 

Not here does rash Revenge misguided burn, 
To free a nation with th' assassin's dart. 

Or roused Despair in angry madness turn, 
And tear its freedom from a despot's heart. 

But where blest Liberty so widely reigns, 
And peace and plenty mark a smiling land; 


Here the mad wretch its fair white record stains; 
And blurs its beauties with a " bloody hand," 

Here the elect of millions, and the pride 

Of those who own his mild and peaceful rule 
Here Virtue sinks and yields the crimson tide, 
Beneath the Yile unreason of a' fool! 

An English prize ode, 
On the assassination of President Garfield. 

within a nation's reverent love, 
And where a world in stricken anguish weeps; 
Hallowed in death, if ever martyr were, 
The deep, eternal slumber, Garfield sleeps. 

Scarce yet attained to manhood's ripest prime 
In years, but in its honors full advanced; 

Myriads yet to come upon God's earth 
Will hear his story but to be entranced. 

The boy, who in Ohio's primal wilds 

Took up the weight of sturdy manhood's task; 
His portion penury and his outlook dark; 

He fronted fate, and but for prayer would ask. 

The youth, who, to his boyhood's teachings true, 
The rugged road to learning stoutly trod, 

Illuming all his toilsome, upward way 

With trust in self, unquestioning faith in God. 

The man, who at his periled country's call 
Became the soldier of unwav'ring front; 

For freedom risked the sweets of budding life, 
And stood before the battle's fiercest brunt. 

The statesman, called to counsel in his youth 
Showed the ripe knowledge of rnaturer years; 

Foremost in civil as in war-time life, 
To doubts a stranger, and so to fears. 


The patriot, who, to country always tr% 

Always, anil bturdiest for its honor wrought; 
Moved onward, surely in his upward way, 

As for yet higher service he sought, 

Ail these in this one wondrous man combined 

To luster give to earth's suprcmest place; 

Death struck him down oil duty's picket line, 
In manhood's fullest power and grace. 

His life in wondorful completeness grand, 

Has safely passed to martyrdom and end; 
Above his grave the grander halos hang, 
With tender memories to sweetly blend. 

And now but his example grand is left 
As guiding beacon to the striving youth; 

Though he is dead, he yet is trumpet-tongued 
For wisdom, faith, purity and truth. 

HE had "been born a destined work to do, 

And lived to do it ; four long-suffering 1 years 

Ill-fate, ill-feeling, ill report lived through 

And then he heard the hisses change to cheers, 

The taunts to tribute, the abuse to praise, 

And took them both, with his unwavering mood ; 

But as he came on light from darkest days, 

And seemed to touch the goal from where he stood, 

A fellow-hand, between that goal and him, 
Reached from behind his head, a trigger prest, 

And those perplexed and patient eyes were dim, 
Those gaunt long-laboring limbs were laid to rest 1 

The words of mercy were upon his lips, 
Forgiveness in his heart and on his pen, 

When the vile murderer brought swift eclipse 
To thoughts of peace on earth, good will to men. 


The old world and the new, from sea to sea. 

Utter one voice of sympathy and shame ! 
Sore heart, so stopped, when it at last beat free, 

Sad life, cut short, just as its triumph caine 1 

A deed accurst ! Strokes have been struck before 
By the assassin's hand, whereof men doubt 

If more of honor or disgrace they bore ; 

But thy foul crime, like Cain's, stands darkly out ! 

Vile hand ! that branded murder on a strife, 

What e'er Its grounds, stoutly and nobly striven, 
And with the martyr's crown erownest a life 
With much to praise, little to be forgiven I 

Tom Taylor in London Punch, 

On the assassination of Lincoln. 

GARFIELD was the martyr of reconciliation, as Lincoln 
was the martyr of reconstruction. 

Cincinnati Gazette. 

STROKG- are the mountains, Lord, but stronger Thou! 

They rise a bulwark to the guarded land, 
Which foes pass not, nor traitors undermine, 

For children's children's safety they shall stand; 
And so, Lord ! Thou standest unto Thine, 
A mighty guardian, a defense divine. 

Strong are the mountains, Lord, but stronger Thou! 

Where beats the tempest on the hither side, 
Beneath their shelter bloom the vine and rose; 

So do Thy chosen ones in Thee abide, 
Nor fear the storm- wind though it wildly blows, 
All undisturbed in their secure repose. 

Strong are the mountains, Lord, but stronger Thou! 

Their far, fair snowy summits fountains are, 
Whence fertilizing streams begin their race; 


So from Thy might of mercy 
The overbrimming- rivers of Thy grace. 

Gladdening the wilderness and desert place. 

Strong are the mountains, Lord, but stronger Thou! 

Immutable they stand from to age, 
Though the world rock and empires shift and pale. 

So, though the people war and heathen rage, 
The safety of Thy promise shall prevail, 
Nor ever once Thy love and goodness fail. 

TEE heart dwindles in contact with small things and 
narrow interests; but when brought into harmony with 
great ideas, striving for great ends, with strong feeling ex- 
cited and pouring upon the altar of success the most costiy 
and precious "sacrifices, then the human heart, developing 
the germ of its Immortal nature, rises to the height of the 
loftiest ideas, and enlarges to the compass of the broadest 

Geo. Jf. Jlob&on. 


POSTERITY preserves only what will pack into small com- 
pass. Jewels are handed down from age to age ; less por- 
table valuables disappear. 

Lord Stanley. 

A WISELY chosen illustration is almost essential to fasten 
the truth upon the ordinary mind, and no teacher can afford 
to neglect this part of his preparation. 

Chancellor Crosby. 


I BTBLIEVE that the want of our age is no more free 
handling of the Bible, but more reverent handling, more 
humility, more patient study, and more prayer. 

Rev. J. C. Myle. 

ALL human discovery confirms the holy Scriptures. 


THE surest method of arriving at a knowledge of God's 
eternal purposes about us is to be found in the right use of 
the present moment. Each hour comes with some little 
fagot of God's will fastened upon its back. 

F. W. Faber. 

BE careful that you do not commend yourself. It is a 
sign that your reputation is small and sinking, if your own 
tongue must praise you. Let your words be few, especially 
when your superiors or strangers are present, lest you be- 
tray your own weakness, and rob yourself of the opportu- 
nity which you might otherwise have had to gain knowl- 
edge, wisdom and experience by hearing those whom you 
silenced by your impertinent talking. 

Sir Matthew Hale. 

do not get our best vision of heaven, we do not feel 
ourselves surrounded, as the apostles did, by a great cloud 
of witnesses, when we simply hear or read some good book, 
or meet in the church to listen to discourses and to ex- 
change pleasant salutations. No, it was the martyr who 
saw "the heavens open and the son of God standing on the 
right hand of God." It is when we have borne submissivelv 
some dreadful sorrow that we see the golden ladder reach- 
ing upward, as did Perpetua from the darkness of the dun- 
geon; when we have given ourselves to some great work 
and wrought it, by God's help and fche inspiration of his 
Spjrit, triumphantly to the end, that the vision is granted us. 

R, S. Storrs^ D. D. 


1 finds the love of happiness th** principle *f 

duty separated in us; and its mission its mabterpiinv -i 

to reunite them* 


WHEN- you are reading a book in a dark room, and WMIU* 
to a difficult part, you take it to a window to get more light. 
So take vour Bibles to Christ 

MAN reigns by employing one-half of the animals to 
ter the other. So the political art consists in cutting the 
people in two, and in dominating one-half with the other. 

Menu ft. 

HEAT is the dread commune of the universe. 

THE law is more than a great river, rising in the far-off 
mountains, and increased by influent streams from many a 
fertile field, till it flows on, a broad and shining Mississippi 
of truth to the great sea of universal knowledge. The 
law is more than a fruitful land, brought by the cul- 
ture and care of faithful husbandry from a state of nature 
to a condition in which it yields its bounteous harvest, year 
by year. The law is more than a magnificent temple, builded 
by princes of the architectural art, and gladdening the eye 
and heart of every beholder with its surpassing strength and 
beauty. More than river, or land, or temple; it is the benign 
and all-pervading science of society, guiding and controlling 
by its inherent and eternal principles the stupendous pro- 
cesses of the evolutions of the civilized state, from the rude 
beginning of frontier life. Its principles may be discovered, 
like those of any other science, but they are not the subject 
of human invention. Statutes in accordance with them have 
vitality, and endure. Enactments at variance with them 
fail of full execution, and pass away. 

0. C. JBonney. 


THE chief agency in the progress and development of the 
law, is the work of the bar and the bench in their studies 
and labors for the settlement of the problems submitted to 
them for counsel and judgment. The chief obstacle in the 
way of the progress and development of the law, is hasty 
and unwise, and above all, unnecessary legislation. The 
best means of securing more rapid progress, and a more 
liberal and harmonious development of the law, is to 
restore to the judges the full exercise of their ancient au- 
thority to adapt the law and its remedies to the ever-vary- 
ing demands of advancing civilization ; and to subordinate 
current legislation to the just supremacy of the permanent 
principles of jurisprudence. The grandest and most endur- 
ing achievement of all the centuries, is the system of law 
in the administration of which we are engaged. The 
transformation of America from the wilderness discovered by 
Columbus to the garden that reaches from sea to sea, is not 
more wonderful than the progress and development of the law 
from the wager of battle to the trial of a great constitutional 
question before the Supreme Court of the United States. 

0. G. JBonney. 

THE degree of estimation in which any profession is held 
becomes the standard of the estimation in which the pro- 
fessors hold themselves. 


WHEN* men first take up an opinion, and then afterwards 
seek for reasons for it, they must be contented with such as 
the absurdity of it will afford. 


ungrateful man does an Injury to all who stand in 
need of aid, 


A MAN passes for what he is worth. 



I WOULD rather dwell in the dim fog of superstition, 

in air rarified to nothing by the air-pump of unbelief. 

A GOOD conscience Is a continual Christmas* 


THE torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living 

John CaMn. 

REMOVE immortality, and what Is man? A distressful 
dream a throb a wish a sigh then nothing! 

Ichabod 8. Spencer^ J).D. 

IMPROVEMENT depends far less upon length of tasks and 
hours of application, than Is supposed. Children can take 
in but a little each day; they are like vases with a narrow 
neck ; you may pour little or pour much, but much will not 
enter at a time. 


IT is not calling your neighbors' names that settles a 


& Israeli. 

NEXT to knowing when to seize an opportunity, the most 
important thing in life is to know when to forego an advan- 


B* Israeli* 

THE secret of success is constancy to purpose. 


I BO not like giving advice, because it is an unnecessary 

responsibility under any circumstances. 

A PEO FOUND thinker always suspects that he is superficial. 

D* Israeli. 


NOTHIHG- is of so much importance and of so much use 
to a young mail entering life as to be well criticised by 


TALK to women, talk to women as much as you can. 
This is the best school. 

iy Israeli. 

WOMEN alone can organize a drawing-room ; man suc- 
ceeds sometimes in a library. 

jy Israeli. 

THE refusal to be satisfied with the banquet of our earthly 
life is an honorable discontent ; it is the instinct of a being 
who cannot suppress the promptings of a higher destiny ; 
who even on the threshold of death must look forward and 
demand a future. 

Canon Liddon, 

THERE is a tear for all that die, 

A mourner o'er the humblest grave. 


WE must fight this temperance battle out. I don't ex- 
pect to fight many years longer, but I mean to speak as 
long as I can; and when I cannot speak loud, I will whisper; 
and when I cannot whisper, I will make the motions they 
say I am pretty good at that and I will wave my hand 
against the damning thing that brought such misery to me 
for seven years of my life. It wasted and consumed and 
left in ashes the best part of my life, so that to-day I would 
cut that right hand off at the wrist if I could wipe out from 
my brain the recollection of those days of darkness and 
despair. I hate the drink, and I pray God to give me an 
increasing capacity to hate it. The temperance reform is 
going on all over the world. 

John . 6-ough. 

00LBJEN 3S7 

THE strongest plume in wisdom's 
Is memory of pa&t folly. 

! how few of nature's are left to us 

with their beauty. The cares, and sorrows, hungerings 
of the world change them as they change ; and it n 

only when those passions sleep, and have lost their 
forever, that the troubled clouds pass off and heaven's 

surface clear. It is a common thing for the countenances 
of the dead, even In that fixed and rigid state, to subside 
into the long-forgotten expression of sleeping infancy, and 
settle Into the very look of early lite. So cairn, so peaceful 
do they grow again, that those who knew them in their 
happy childhood kueel by the coffin's side in awe, and 
see the angel even upon the earth. 


DEATH is another life. 


DEATH is less than death's continual fear. 


CEASE from your weary weeping, maidens* Over those for 
whom the night of death as blessing comes, we may not 


How calmly may we commit ourselves to the hands of 
Him who bears up the world of Him who has created and 
who provides for the joys, even of insects, as carefully as 
if He were their father ! 

A SOLID and substantial greatness of soul looks down 
with a generous neglect on the censures and applause of the 


THE Christian religion, rightly understood, is the deepest 

and choicest piece of philosophy that is. 

Sir T. More. 

A PBOYBEB is the wit of one and the wisdom of many. 

Lord John MusseiL 

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others upon our- 


THE anger of an enemy represents our faults or admon- 
ibhes us of our duty with more heartiness than the kindness 

of a friend. 

Jeremy Taylor. 

AMBITIOUS men, if they be checked in their desires, be- 
come secretly discontent, and look upon men and matters 
with an evil eye. 


IN conversation, humor Is more than wit, easiness more 
than knowledge. 

Sir TF. Temple. 

How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps 

The disembodied spirits of the dead, 
When all of thee that time can wither sleeps, 

And perishes amid the dust we tread ? 

For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain, 

If there I meet thy gentle spirit not ; 
Nor hear the voice of love, nor read again 

In thy serenest eyes the tender thought. 

Will not thine own meek heart demand me there, 
That heart whose fondest throbs were given ? 

My name on earth was ever in thy prayer, 
And wilt thou never utter it in heaven ? 


In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind, 
In the resplendence of that glorious sphere, 

And larger movements of the unfettered mind, 
Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here f 

The love that lived through all the stormy past, 
And meekly with my harsher nature bore, 

And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last, 
Shall it empire with life, and be no more ? 

A happier lot than mine, and larger light, 

Await thee there ; for thou hast bowed thy will 

In cheerful homage to the rule of right, 
And lovest all, and render est good for ill. 

For me the sordid cares in which I dwell 

Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll ; 

And wrath has left its scar that fire of hell 
Hath left its frightful scar upon my soul. 

Yet though thou wearest the glory of the sky, 
Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name, 

The same fair, thoughtful brow and gentle eye, 
Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same ? 

Shalt thou not teach me in that calmer home 
The wisdom that I learned so ill in this 

The wisdom which is love till I become 
Thy fit companion in that land of bliss ? 


CONSTITUTIONS are in politics what paper money is in 
commerce. They afford great facilities and conveniences, 
but we must not attribute to them that value which really 
belongs to what they represent. 


LIBERTY can be safe only when suffrage is illuminated 
by education. 

James A. Garfield. 


TEUTH is the food of the human spirit which could not 
grow in its majestic proportions without clearer and more 
truthful views of God and His universe. 

James A. Garfield. 

TRUTH is so related and co-related, that no department of 

her realm is isolated. 

James A. Garfield. 

HISTORY is but the unrolled scroll of prophecy. 

James A. Garfield. 

I LOTE to believe that no heroic sacrifice is ever lost ; 
that the characters of men are molded and inspired by 
what their fathers have done ; that, treasured up in Ameri- 
can souls are all the unconscious influences of the great 
deeds of the Anglo-Saxon race, from Agincourt to Bun- 
ker Hill 

James A. Garfield. 

FELLOW-CITIZENS ! Clouds and darkness are round 
about Him ! His pavilion is dark waters and thick clouds 
of the skies ! Justice and judgment are the establishment 
of His throne ! Mercy and truth shall go before His face ! 
Fellow-citizens ! God reigns, and the Government at 
Washington still lives. 

James A. Garfield, 
(On the assassination of President Lincoln.) 

THE assertion of the reign of law has been stubbornly 
resisted at every step. The divinities of Heathen supersti- 
tion still linger in one form or another in the faith of the 
ignorant, and even many intelligent men shrink from the 
contemplation of one Supreme Will acting regularly, not 
fatuitously, through laws beautiful and simple, rather than 
through a fitful and capricious Providence. 

James A. Garfield. 


OH ! sir ; there are times In the history of men artel na- 
tions when they stand so near the vail that separates mor- 
tals and immortals, time from eternity, and men from their 
God, that they can almost hear the beating, and feel the 
pulsations of the Infinite. Through such a time has this 
nation passed from the field of honor through that thin 
vail to the presence of God, and when at last its parting 
folds admitted that martyred President to the company of 
the dead heroes of the Republic, the nation stood so near 
the vail that the whispers of God were heard by the chil- 
dren of men. 

James A. Garfield, 

(On the assassination of President Lincoln.) 

INDIVIDUALS may wear for a time the glory of our Insti- 
tutions, but they carry it not to the grave with them. Like 
raindrops from heaven, they may pass through the circle of 
the shining bow and add to its lustre, but when they have 
sunk in the earth again the proud arch still spans the sky 

and shines gloriously on. 

James A. G-arfielcl. 

WE hold reunions, not for the dead, for there is nothing 
in all the earth that you and I can do for the dead. They 
are past our help and past our praise. We can add to them 
no glory we can give to them no immortality. They do 
not need us, but forever and forever more we need them. 

James A. Gfarfield. 

FROM the genius of our government, the pathway to hon- 
orable distinction lies open to all. No post of honor so 
high but the poorest boy may hope to reach it. It is the 
pride of every American that many cherished names, at 
whose mention our hearts beat with a quicker bound, were 
worn by the sons of poverty, who conquered obscurity and 
became fixed stars in our firmament. 

James A. Garfteld. 


I LOOK forward with joy and hope to the day when our 
brave people, one in heart, one in their aspirations for free- 
dom and peace, shall see that the darkness through which 
we have traveled was but a part of that stern but benefi- 
cent discipline by which the Great Dispenser of events 
has been leading us on to a higher and nobler national life. 

James A* Garfield* 

THE world's history is a divine poem, of which the history 
of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its 
strains have been pealing along down the centuries, and 
though there have been mingled the discords of warring 
canon and dying men, yet to the Christian, philosopher and 
historian the humble listener there has been a divine 
melody running through the song which speaks of hope and 

halcyon days to come. 

James A. G-arfield. 

As a giant tree absorbs all the elements of growth within 
its reach, and leaves only a sickly vegetation in its shado\v, 
so do towering great men absorb all the strength and glory 
of their surroundings, and leave a dearth of greatness for a 

whole generation. 

James A. Garfteld. 

YOUNG men talk of trusting to the spur of the occasion. 
That trust is vain. Occasions cannot make spurs. If you 
expect to wear spurs you must win them. If you wish to 
use them you must buckle them to your own heels before 

you go into the fight. 

James A. G-arfield. 

DURING a hundred and sixty years the liberty of our press 
has been constantly becoming more and more entire ; and 
during those hundred and sixty years the restraint imposed 
on writers by the general feeling of readers, has been con- 
stantly becoming more strict. 



THERE never was a good war or a bad peace. 


THE most capital advantage an enlightened people can 
enjoy is the liberty of discussing every subject which can 
fall within the compass of the human mind ; while this re- 
mains, freedom will flourish; but should it be lost or im- 
paired, its principles will neither be well understood nor long 

Robert Hall. 

THE modern newspaper is not merely a private enterprise. 
It is as truly a public institution as the railway and the tele- 
graph; and enlightened jurisprudence will declare that the 
public newspaper, encouraged and protected by the highest 
guaranties of constitutional law, as indispensable to a free 
government, is subject, not to the narrow and rigid rules 
which apply to merely private callings, but to broad and 
equitable principles, springing out of its relation to the pub- 
lic, and its duty to serve the people in the collection and 
publication of information relating to all their interests* 
The business of journalism is no longer a mere incident to 
the printer's trade. It has become a great and learned pro- 
fession, with honored fraternal organizations. The govern- 
ment should also consider that the newspaper is, after all due 
allowance for our system of schools, the great educator of 
the masses of the people. It visits them from day to day, 
or from week to week; induces them to read, and compels 
them to think. The man who reads a newspaper is a citizen 
of the world. He feels an interest in the people of all lands, 
for their doings are brought home to his door. He learns to 
deplore their misfortunes, and to rejoice in their achieve- 
ments. This knowledge enlarges the world in which his 
soul lives. In some degree it ennobles him. He feels the 
greatness of his own country, and the dignity and power of 
the government that administers its affairs. 

C C, 


the newspaper is also the great agency of progress in 
ail reforms. Abuses do not refown themselves; and few re- 
forms originate within the circles where evils are entrenched. 
Nearly all reforms have humble beginnings, and suffer many 
tribulations before they command success. The newspapers 
bring them to the attention of the public, and state the argu- 
ments urged in their favor. Slowly the work goes on, and 
finally the public mine! is changed, and a measure which at 
first seems hopeless advances to the front, conquers, and is 
crowned. By the voice of the newspaper public opinion 
proclaims its imperious decrees. By virtue of a free press, 
the people reigns. Acting harmoniously in their respective 
spheres, free government and the free press are joint con- 
servators of law, order and peace ; each the most powerful 
friend and upholder of the other. Paraphrasing a statement 
of the relation of the Coliseum to the Roman empire, as the 
symbol of its power and glory, we may truly declare that, 

While stands the press, free government shall stand; 
Without the other, neither can endure, 

(7. 0. Bonney. 

To give a man a full knowledge of true morality, I would 
send him to no other book than the New Testament. 


FALSE man are not to be taken into confidence, nor fear- 
ful men into a post that requires resolution. 

L^ Estrange. 

STRONG men have strong convictions, and one man with 
a belief is greater than a thousand that have only interests. 
Partisanship is opinion crystalized, and party organizations 
are the scaffoldings whereon citizens stand while they 
build up the wall of their national temple. Organizations 
may change or dissolve, but when parties cease to exist, 

liberty will perish. 

James- A. Gar field. 


WAS James A. Garfield great? Ask those early years, 
when adverse winds always assailed his bark ; ask the 
nights of study ; ask the schools where he taught ; ask the 
place where he worshiped ; ask the halls where lie 
helped enact wise laws ; ask the battle-fields where he led 
soldiers ; ask the magnificent capitol where he was 
crowned as Republicans crown their chieftains ; ask the 
cottage where he died. If out of the answers to these 
questions there comes not the witness of greatness, the hu- 
man heart must henceforth toil and long in vain. 

David Swing. 

IMPOSSIBLE! it is not good French, 


IT is necessary to try to surpass one's self always; this 
occupation ought to last as long as life. 

Queen Christiana, 

WHAT was said by the Latin poet of labor that it con- 
quers all things is much more true when applied to im- 


CLOCKS will go as they are set; but man, irregular man, 

is never constant, never certain. 


THE most perfect would be the most exacting and se- 
vere; but, fortunately, mercy is one of the attributes of 


J. F. Boyes. 

THERE are cases in which a man would have been 
ashamed not to have been imposed on. There is a confi- 
dence necessary to human intercourse, and without which, 
men are more injured by their suspicions ^than they could 

be by the perfidy of others. 



INCONSTANCY falls off ere It begins. 


To have the tastes of a gentleman and the purse of a 
beggar is about the height of human misery. 

NOTHING- Is so contemptible as that affectation of wis- 
dom, which some display, by universal incredulity. 


THE power of choosing right or wrong makes man a 
moral agent ; his actually choosing wrong, makes him a 

Lyman Beecher. 

IT is in the heights and not in the depths of their man- 
hood, that men draw nigh and find the Infinite Father. 

F. F. Ellinwood, D.J). 

MERCY abandons the arena of battle. 


THE quality of mercy is not strained; 

It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven, 

Upon the place beneath; It is twice blessed; 

It blesseth him that gives and him that takes; 

It is an attribute to God himself; 

And earthly power doth there show hkest God's 

When mercy seasons justice. 


MERCY turns her back to the unmerciful. 


MERCY to him that shows it is the rule. 


IN disarming Peter, Christ disarmed every soldier. 



SUCCESS In war, like charity in religion, covers a multi- 
tude of sins. 


THERE is strength and a fierce instinct, even in common 
souls, to bear up manhood with a stormy joy when red 
swords meet in lightning. 

Mrs. Ifemans. 

PARADOXICAL as it may appear, war, the demon-scourge of 
humanity, seems to be an imperious necessity, arising from 
the very constitution of created things. As in nature, 
deadly malaria would sweep our race from earth but for 
the periodical return of storm and tempest; as dreadful 
conflagrations have proved the only things capable of arrest- 
ing the ravages of pestilence; so an overruling Providence 
has decreed that nations shall pass through the fierce ordeal 
of war, as the efficient means of learning those lessons of 
virtue and wisdom which are derived from the teachings 
of adversity. War is the great purifier. It acts as a 
Nemesian leveler, and stands the most terrible but efficient 
instrument wielded by the Eternal Renovator. In the 
struggle of its death-throes, it heaves the moral elements 
with convulsions, and purifies an atmosphere too long sur- 
charged with discontent and corruption. It gives a new 
impulse to thought, breaks up old, worn-out customs, sweeps 
away burdensome institutions, throws open new channels 
of commerce, preserves the political balance between the 
nations, widens the sphere of human action, and carries the 
world forward in its career of destiny. 

What, though countless millions of the "storied brave" 
have gone forth, never to return! What, though the pierc- 
ing wail of anguish has gone up from many a saddened 
home! What, though the pleading voice of Christianity 
has uttered its sentence of condemnation upon war arid 
stamped criminality upon its very forehead! the bloody scep- 
tre is yet swayed over prostrate nations, and the sword still 


glitters in the haze of battle. New nations rise upon the 
ruins of past years, and again the earth trembles with the 
tramp of armies; again banners are seen waving over fields 
of military fame; again the war-notes of the trumpet are 
heard above the din of clashing steel; and again, waters- 
that gently murmur over scenes of past naval conflict are 
whitened by the gallant barks that spread their sails in 
search of plunder and renown. 

I have thought of war until my very dreams were mimic- 
battles. There is something grand and imposing in the 
"magnificently stern array, 35 something attractive and in- 
spiring' in that daring intrepidity that surmounts the most 
difficult obstacles of nature leading on to conquest and to 
glory. The Muse of History has painted the superb ap- 
pearance of marshaled troops, and thrown a bewildering 
fascination around the brilliant charge* Poetry has " lent 
the magic of its numbers to the narrative of blood f paint- 
ing has blended its choicest colors to picture the tented 
field ; eloquence has breathed its sweetest accents in honor 
of the " un re turning brave ;" and the novelist has wandered 
through imagination's enchanted halls to do homage at the 
shrine of heroism. From Homer to Tennyson, the grandest T 
mightiest strains of poetry have been employed in celebra- 
ting the achievements of Bellona and Mars ; and, to-day,, 
with all our boasted nearness to the millennium, the war- 
element of the world is greater than ever before. 

But this is war in its pleasantest aspect. There is another 
and a sadder view. Mathemathics would fail to compute 
its horrors, and the tongue of eloquence would falter at & 
description of its woes. Ten thousand inhuman fields, crim- 
soned with the blood of the slain, and white with the 
unburied bones of the tombless dead, dot, like leprous spots,, 
the face of earth and raise their Armageddon cry to heaven I 
From Leuctra to Solferino, from Marathon to Fort Donelson T 
from the siege of Jerusalem to tho fall of Richmond the 
ghostly columns troop in swift review before the startled 


imagination a mighty host! Who can number .. them ? 

If our hearts were marble, they should bleed ; if our eyes 
were flint, they should melt with tears, when we think of 
the " unreturning brave " who have fallen in the sacred 
struggle for imperiled liberty, and now sleep beneath the 
soil their self-devotion has consecrated ; or who have been 
sacrificed at the shrine of ambition and hurried into eter- 
nity without a moment's preparation to meet their Judge! 

" How are the mighty fallen In the midst of battle ! 35 
"Take the wings of the morning and flee unto the uttermost 
parts of the earth" and, behold! the " unreturning brave" 
are there! They lie low beneath the palms of the Orient 
and slumber along the classic banks of the Mississippi and 
Potomac. They sleep in glory beneath the soil of every 
land, and lie pillowed on the coral crags of every sea. The 
voice of thunder cannot wake them the clamor of unrest 
and the echo of this world's strife can no longer disturb the 
countless millions as they repose in the embrace of death. 

IF SILENCE is ever golden it must be here amid the graves 
of fifteen thousand men whose lives were more significant 
than speech, and whose death was a poem, the music of which 
can never be sung. With words we make promises, pledge 
faith, praise virtue. Promises may not be kept ; plighted 
faith may be broken ; and vaunted virtue may be only the 
cunning mask of vice. We do not know one promise these 
men made, one pledge they gave, one word they spoke, but 
we do know they summed up and perfected, by one su- 
preme act, the highest virtues of men and citizens. For 
love of country they accepted death, and thus resolved all 
doubts and made immortal their patriotism and their virtue. 
For the noblest man that lives there still remains a conflict. 
But with these the conflict ended, the victory was won when 
death stamped on them the great seal of heroic character, 
and closed a record which years can never blot. 

James A. Garfield (Arlington Heights Oration). 


THERE are few die well that die in battle. 


I HEAR the hoarse-voiced cannon roar, 

The red-mouthed orators of war. 

Jodguin Miller. 

THE Gospel has but a forced alliance with war. Its doc- 
trine of human brotherhood would ring strangely between 
the opposed ranks. 


WKKE half the power that fills the world with terror, 
Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, 

Givgn to redeem the human mind from error, 
There were no need of arsenals and forts. 

The warrior's name would be a name abhorred! 

And every nation that should lift again 
Its hand against its brother, on its forehead 

Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain! 

Down the dark future, through long generations, 
The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease; 

And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, 

I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace 1" 

Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals 
The blast of war's great organ shakes the skies, 

But beautiful as songs of the immortals. 
The holy melodies of love arise 1 


GIVEN the character of a man, and the conditions of life 
around him, what will be his career ? Or, given his career 
and surroundings, what was his character ? Or, given his 
character and career, of what kind were his surroundings ? 
The relation of these three factors to each other is severely 
logical. From them is deduced all genuine history. Char- 
acter is the chief element, for it is both a result and a cause 


a result of Influences and a cause of results 

We are struck, at the outset, with the evenness and com- 
pleteness of his life. There were no breaks in it, no chasms, 
no upheavals. His pathway was a plane of continued ele- 
vation To his country and to mankind, he has 

left his character and his fame, as a priceless and everlast- 
ing possession. 

James A. Garfield. 
(Memorial Address on Gen. George H. Thomas,) 


MYEIAD deadly blows have been aimed at the very heart of 
the Gospel, but every thrust has been parried, and the relig- 
ion of Jesus remains the grand, impregnable fact of history 
stunning into wonder those whom it has not subdued into 
worship, striking with awe those whom it has not melted 
into contrition. 

OISTE thing is sure, the day of the Lord is hastening on, 
In our chronology it may be ages in the future, yet in that 
divine chronology by which a thousand years is as one day, 
it is ever nigh. The admonitions to watchfulness can never 
be profitless to any of us, and will certainly be rigidly ap- 
plicable in some period of the world's history, and so the sol- 
emn voice goes sounding down through the ages ' " Be ye 
also ready, for in such an hour as ye think not, the Son of 

man cometh." 

President W. X. Ninde> D*I>- 


WB know what would be the effect of abating faith to 
nothing 1 among men as clearly as we know what would be 
the effect of blotting the sun from the heavens. We know 
it by an induction as broad and conclusive as ever under- 
laid a science. It means disorder. It means wickedness. 
It means the decay of homes and governments. It means 
the French Revolution., and the reign of such men as Robes- 
pierre and Mirabeau. It means riot and uprising, and com- 
munistic excitement. Life would then be but a burning, 
sandy desert, surrounded on all sides by a dark and impen- 
etrable horizon. An endless, starless night would settle 
over the world, and instead of the hymn of praise and the 
song of hope there would everywhere be heard the piercing 
wail of anguish and despair. But the Church, cannot be 
overthrown; the Bible cannot be destroyed, and even ac- 
cording to Renan " whatever may be the surprises of the 
future, Jesus Christ can never be surpassed." 

CHRISTIANITY at this hour reads her Scriptures, and lifts 
up her anthems, in two hundred languages. One- half of 
the missionaries of the globe may be reached from Boston 
by telegraph in twenty-four hours. God is making com- 
merce his missionary. 

Joseph Cook. 

I WOULD not divorce faith from reason; on the contrary, I 
believe free religious inquiry is a duty, that argument is the 
basis of devotion, and that the proper motives to religion are 
the proper proofs of it; nor would I deny to mind the right 
of thinking for itself, and of exerting its faculties in the 
sphere of legitimate discussion, for the right of research be- 
longs to its chainless spirit and will be exercised; but I 
would not have it exalt itself above God. God is sovereign, 
reason is subordinate; God is infinite, eternal, infallable; 
man is finite, erring. 


CHRISTIANITY now stirs men's thoughts more than ever. 
It has projected Itself Into the civilization of the age 
with the fixedness with which a continent thrusts itself into 
the sea; and the reason of this is plain. It Is because It has 
proved itself to be the only hope of the world. It has 
brought life and Immortality to light, and has given man a 
Savior adapted to his wants and able and willing to save him. 
Millions of stricken hearts has it cheered; bright and joyous 
has been the light which it has thrown over the pathway of 
many a bewildered life, and daring indeed is the tongue 
that would willfully revile or blaspheme it. 

THE church of Christ, if called to pass again through the 
age of martyrdom, would, I believe, be as unflinching in 
maintaining the truth, or in sealing her testimony in blood, 
as in the days of Ridley and Latimer, or in the earlier age 
of Perpetua and Felicita, when rich and poor, bond arid free, 
were one in a common loyalty to the truth and in pouring 
out their blood in its defense. 

Bishop J. F. Hurst, D.D., LL. D. 

CHRISTIANITY is strong In its unity, strong in its simplicity, 
strong in its splendid literature, strong in its mingled law 
and grace its restriction and its liberty, strong in Its great 
stores of confessed truth, s.trong in the sublimity of its pro- 
posed aims and purposes, strong in the accord of its facts 
and doctrines with nature and experience, strong in its 
adaptation to the wants of mankind, and to the expanding 
civilization of the world which it has created and fostered, 
strong in the character of its disciples and in the numbe? 
and ability of its professors and defenders, strong in its su- 
periority to all other religions, strong in its terrible alterna- 
tion of no religion, strong in its prophecies and miracles and 
apocalypses and ever thronging evidences. 


THAT law and system, self caused and self directed, are 
sufficient to account for the order and energy of the uni- 
verse, Is the serpent falsehood colled in the heart of modern 
infidelity. But whence law? Whence system? How came 
they to exist if there be not a law-giver, a systematizer who 
created and who sustains them? Have the forces of nature 
any inherent life or power in themselves, apart from the 
eternal God who spoke them into existence? 

LOOK above thee never eye 

Saw such pleasures as await thee; 
Thought ne'er reached such scenes of joy 

As are there prepared to meet thee; 
Light undying, seraph's lyres. 
Angel welcomes, cherub choirs, 

Smiling through heaven's doors to greet thee. 


WE cannot despair of success. What though the dreary 
winter of the world's moral life may have lasted far longer 
than the eager hopes of the church anticipated? What 
though the thick darkness of an apparently eternal night 
may have hung for centuries over the vast majority of our 
race ? We do not, we cannot^ despair. Not suddenly 
not in a moment was it reasonable to expect that the bright 
and blessed change would come. When the morning dawns 
and struggles with the gloom of night, how doubtful, how 
gradual is the progress of the conflict ! Silently, and we 
know not when, the darkness begins to melt in the East, but 
heavy clouds may still resist the splendor of the sun. Gleams 
of the coming brightness shoot up the heavens, their lines 
of glory quiver along the horizon, and prophesy the approach- 
ing day ; but the mists still hang gloomily in the skies, and 
threaten to bring the hours of darkness back ; and yet the 
ultimate victory of the light is secure. 

JR. W. Dale. 


REJECT the universal conviction by which the grandest 
thinkers have sanctioned the hope of the humblest Christian, 
and you are at once servile to some form of faith, inconceiv- 
ably more difficult to believe. Infidelity itself, in rejecting 
the healthful creeds by which man finds his safeguards in 
faith and prayer, invents systems of belief, compared with 
which the mysteries of the Christian system are simple. 

BATHED in unfallen sunlight. 

Itself a sun-born gem, 
Fair gleams the glorious city, 
The new Jerusalem! 
City fairest, 
Splendor rarest, 

Let me gaze on theel 

Calm in her queenly glory, 
She sits all joy and light; 
Pure in her bridal beauty, 
Her raiment festal-white, 
Home of gladness, 
Free from sadness, 
Let me dwell in thee! 

Horatius Bonar. 

THESE are they who, with the Bible in their hands and the 
wonders of creation before their eyes, hold that matter can 
think and create; that order is the result of chance; that life, 
beautiful, splendid and momentous, is a mere phenomenon, 
soon to disappear forever; who would shiver every tomb, 
blot out every remembrance, congeal every affection and 
wrest the universe from the God it proclaims. Their aim is 
to literalize nature, to denude it of its providence, and to 
leave our starving souls, bones and fossils and chemical ele- 
ments and nothing else. 


THEBE is no roof In all the world, of palace or of cot, 

That hideth not some burdened heart, nigh breaking for 

Its lot; 
The earth is sunk in pain and tears, and closer draws the 

And light or balm there can be none, till Christ, the Lord, 

shall come. 

"Omorn, when like a summer bird, my spirit shall go 

When I shall see Thee as Thou art, and be, my God, like 

"Like Thee! like Thee! All spotless white this heart, this 

will, as Thine, 
love of God, blood of, Christ, grace and power divine! 

u My Saviour, -who doth know the thirst the longing spirit 

Bridegroom, now so long afar, why stay Thy chariot- 

Were ever eyes so dim with grief, breasts so oppressed with 

Did ever hearts'so yearn to catch Thy whisper from the air?" 

Thou lonely one, lift up thy head, array thee for the feast; 
He that hath tarried long is near the glow is in the East! 
Morning Star, so soon to lead Thy chosen one away 
Sun of Righteousness, bring in the everlasting day! 

WE shape ourselves the joy or fear 
Of which the coming life is made, 

And fill our future's atmosphere 
With sunshine or with shade. 

The tissue of the life to be 

We weave with colors all our own; 

And in the field of destiny 
We reap as we have sown. 


Still shall the soul around It call 

The shadows which it gathered here; 
And, painted on the eternal wall, 
The past shall reappear. 

Think ye the notes of holy song 
On Milton's tuneful ear have died? 

Think ye that Raphael's angel throng 
Has vanished from his side? 

Oh, no! we live our life again; 

Or warmly touched, or coldly dim. 
The pictures of the past remain 

Man's work shall follow him. 


IT is unkind and improper to exult over a triumph, but 
the signal and overwhelming victory achieved by Christian- 
ity over the compacted might of her assailants should awak- 
en a universal resonance of joy. Pale as death, red as blood, 
her staggered reeling foes have gone down, and are now go- 
ing down, as though smitten by the wrath of God, 
while the Church of Christ, "as old as the centuries^ 
and as young as the future, " still goes forth and will 
continue to go forth, not as in the old crusading 
days, clad in visible armor and bearing an earthly sword, 
but "with length of days in her right hand, and in her left 
hand riches and honor." With the love of Jesus beaming 
in her face, and the sweet offer of salvation on her lips, she 
will yet gladden the dark places of earth, and win back the 
world to God. 

BREAK, Morning, break on the souls that are in the 
night of sin; and on our graves, break, Morning of the 
Everlasting Day! 

0. F. Deems, D.Z>. 




VOICES, sweeping through all time, peal, 
Like the eternal thunders of the deep, 
Into my ears the truth, Thou livest forever ! 


IN that hour, which of all the twenty-four is most em- 
blematical of heaven, and suggestive of repose, the even- 
tide, in which instinctively Isaac went into the fields to 
meditate when the work of the day is done, when the 
tnind has ceased its tension, when the passions are lulled 
bo rest in spite of themselves, by the spell of the quiet star- 
tit sky it is then amidst the silence of the lull of all the 
lower parts of our nature, that the soul comes forth to do its 
work. Then the peculiar, strange work of the soul, which 
the intellect cannot do, meditation begins; awe and wor- 
ship, and wonder are in full exercise; and love begins then 
its purest form of mystic adoration, and pervasive and un- 
defined tenderness, separate from all that is coarse and 
earthly, swelling as if it would embrace the All in its de- 
sire to bless, and lose itself in the sea of the love of God. 
This is the rest of the soul the exercise and play of all the 
nobler powers. 

F. W. Robertson. 

IF you live in the neglect of secret prayer, you neglect 
all the worship of God; for he that prays only when he 
prays with others would not pray at all, were it not that the 
ayes of others were upon -him; yea, he that would not pray 
where none but God sees him, manifestly does not pray at 


THE years back of us are full of voices voices eloquent 
and pathetic. You who have lived long, have stood over 
the grave of many an early dream. Success, when it came* 
was not what you thought it would be, and even success 
has often been denied you. You have watched by the 
couch of many a hope, and seen it fail and die. You have 
buried many a bright expectation, and laid the memorial 
wreath over many a joy. When, alone by yourself at 
times, you close your eyes and think, these memories be- 
come oppressive. Withered garlands are there, and brok- 
en rings, and vases once fragrant with flowers, and the 
white faces of those that sleep. 

F. H. H. Murray. 

I HEAR a voice you cannot hear, 

Which says I must not stay; 
I see a hand you cannot see, 

Which beckons ine away. 


CLEAB as the silver call 
Of Israel's trumpets on her holy days, 
Calling her children from all walks and ways, 

The church's accents fall; 

Joyful, and yet how grave; 
Bidding us kneel with faces to the Bast, 
And watch for Him, our Sacrifice and Priest, 

Who cometh, strong to save. 

Christmas Carol. 

I LIKE the silent church before the service begins better 

than any preaching. 


A. BEAUTIFUL church is a sermon in stone, and its spire a 
finger pointing to heaven, 

8 Schaff. 


will be the sweet surprise of a perfect explana- 


Robert JPrice, D.D. 

PIETY sat with tearful eye by the side of patriotism. 

Herrick Johnson^ D.D. 

PRAYBE is a golden key, which should open the morning 
and lock up the evening. 

Bishop Hopkins. 

PEAYEE is so mighty an instrument that no one ever 
thorougiy mastered all its keys. They sweep along the in- 
finite scale of man's wants and of God's goodness. 

Hugh Miller. 

PEAYBE is not overcoming God's reluctance, it is laying 
hold of His highest willingness. 

Archbishop Trench. 

MAHY of the psalms begin mournfully and end triumph- 
antly, to show us the prevailing power of devotion, and 
convince us of the certain return of prayer. 

Bishop Home. 

PEAYEE is the application of want to Him who only can 
relieve it, the voice of sin to Him who alone can pardon it. 
It is the urgency of poverty, the prostration of humilitv, 
the fervency of penitence, the confidence of trust. It is 
not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of happi- 
ness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but com- 
punction of soul. It is the " Lord, save us or we perish," 
of drowning Peter; the cry of faith to the ear of mercy. 

Hannah More. 

DISGRACE clings to no man after repentance, any more 
than the feet defiled with the mud of the world come yet 
soiled and polluted from the cleansing bath. 



MORE things are wrought by prayer 

Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice 

Rise like a fountain both by night and day. 

For what are men better than sheep or goats 

That nourish a blind life within the brain, 

If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer, 

Both for themselves and those who call them friends? 

For so the whole round earth is every way 

Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. 

LORD, what a change within us, one short hour 
Spent in thy presence will avail to make! 
What heavy burdens from our spirits take! 
What parched grounds refresh as with a shower! 
We kneel, and all around us seems to lower; 
We rise, and all, the distant and the near, 
Stands forth in sunny outline, brave and clear. 

We kneel, how weak! We rise, how full of power! 

Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wroog, 

Or others, that we are not always strong; 

That we are ever overborne with care, 

That we should ever weak or heartless be, 

Anxious, or troubled, when with us is prayer, 

And joy, and strength, and courage, are with Thee? 

GIANTS in the closet are often but pigmies in the world. 


HE prayeth well, who loveth well 

Both man, and bird, and beast; 
He prayeth best, who loveth best 

All things, both great and small; 
For the dear God who loveth us, 

He made and loveth all. 



THY business on earth was to watch over and pray for us, 
and so faithfully, so fervently, was It done, that the blessing 
of Thine intercession is not exhausted, but, like a dew from 
God, will drop down upon us as long as we live. 


MEDITATE long, meditate humbly, on what it is to have a 
Creator, and a comfort will come at last. If broad daylight 
should never be yours on this side of the grave, He will 
hold your feet in the twilight that they shall not stumble, 
and, at last, with all the more love, and all the more speed 
as well, He will fold you to His bosom, who is Himself the 
Light Eternal. 

F. W. Faber. 

" many minds long hardened by sin, remorse has no 
more effect than have the shadows that chase each other 
upon the solid rock. The sunshine of God's unfailing mer- 
cies soon dispels the gloom arid all seems bright again. 

William Rudder, D.D. 

OF all acts, is not, for man, repentance the most divine? 
The deadliest sin were the consciousness of no sin. The 
heart so conscious is divorced from sincerity, humility and 
fact. Hence the experience of David is the truest emblem 
of man's moral progress and warfare ever written. 


A MAN of long experience in sin is always a worse man 
chan he seems to himself to be. The day of judgment is 
to be a day of fearful surprises and overwhelming revolu- 
tions in self-knowledge. 

Austin Phelps. 

THEEB are ascending and progressive epochs in Chris- 
tian experience; duty and service, privilege and sonship, 
honor and heirship, glory and kingship. 

Cleg horn. 


IT is an introspection on which all religion has been built, 
man going into himself, and seeing the straggle within 
him, and thence getting self-knowledge, and thence knowl- 
edge of God. 

Canon Mostly. 

RELIGION" would not have enemies, if it were not an en- 
emy to their vices. 


MANY have puzzled themselves about the origin of evil. 
I am content to observe that there is evil, and that there is 
a way to escape from it, and with this I begin and end. 

A TRITE repentance shuns the evil itself 
More than the external suffering or the shame. 


ASK thyself at evening: What that is immortal have I 
done to-day? Until thou hast conquered, say nothing* of 
thy secret strife. The good which thou hast done, forget, 
and do something better. All forms which are of man's 
make, God's hand shatters; break them not, but put into 
the form so much spirit that something everlasting may re- 
main for you if all forms be shattered. 


I FEEL, when I have sinned, an immediate reluctance to 
go to Christ. I am ashamed to go. I feel as if it would 
do no good to go as if it were making Christ a minister of 
sin, to go straight from the swine-trough to the best robe 
and a thousand other excuses. I am persuaded there is 
neither peace nor safety from deeper sin but in going direct- 
ly to the Lord. This is God's way of peace and holiness. 
It is folly to the world and the beclouded heart, but it is the 




THBKE is so much more good than evil in human nature, 
that lie who trusts everybody will, in, the long run, make 
fewer mistakes than he who suspects everybody. 

Philadelphia Ledger. 

GOMIHO to Jesus is the desire of the heart after Him. 
It is to feel our sin and misery, to believe that He is able 
and willing to pardon, comfort and keep us; to ask Him to 
help us, and to trust in Him as in a friend. To have the 
same feelings and desires as if He were visibly present, and 
we came and implored him to bless us, is to come to Him, 
though we do not see His face nor hear His voice. The 
penitent's desire for pardon, his prayer, " Lord, save me; I 

perish " this is coming to Him. 

Newman JfalL 

A SABBATH well spent brings a week of content. 
And health for the toils of to-morrow; 

But a Sabbath profaned, what e'er may be gained, 
Is a certain forerunner of sorrow. 

Sir Matthew Sale. 

SUNDAYS the pillars are 
On which heaven's palace arch&d lies; 

The other days fill up the spare 
And hollow room with vanities; 
They are the fruitful beds and borders 

In God's rich garden; that is bare 
"Which parts their ranks and orders. 

George Herbert. 

IF the end of one mercy were not the beginning 3f 
another, we were undone. 

Philip Henry. 

I HAVE lived to thank God that all my prayers have not 
been answered. 

Jean Ingelow. 


THERE is an evening twilight of the heart, 

When its wild passion-waves are lolled to rest, 
And the eye sees life's fairy scenes depart* 

As fades the day-beam in the rosy West. 
5 T is with a nameless feeling of regret 

We gaze upon them as they melt away, 
And fondly would we bid them linger yet, 

But hope is round us with her angel-lay, 
Hailing afar some happier moonlight hour; 
Dear are her whispers still, though lost their early 


WHEN I look around me and see how few of the compan- 
ions of earlier years are left to me, I think of a summer 
residence at a bathing-place. When you arrive, you first 
become acquainted with those who have already been there 
some weeks, and who leave you in a few days. This sepa- 
ration is painful. Then you turn to the second generation, 
with which you live a good while, and become really inti- 
mate. But this goes also, and leaves us lonely with the third, 
which comes just as we are going away, and with which we 
have, properly, nothing to do. I have ever been considered 
one of fortune's favorites; nor can I complain of the course 
my life has taken, yet truly, there has been nothing but 
toil and care; and, in my severity-fifth year, I may say that 
I have never had four weeks of genuine pleasure. The 
stone was ever to be rolled up anew. 


THERE are some great troubles that only time can heal, and 
perhaps some that can never be healed at all; but all can be 
helped by the great panacea, work. When grief sits down, 
folds its hands, and mournfully feeds upon its own tears, 
weaving the dim shadows, that a little exertion might sweep 
away into a funeral pall, the strong spirit is shorn of its 
might, and sorrow becomes our master. 


THIS, after all, we believe, is the tone of true wisdom 
and true virtue, and that to which all good natures draw 
nearer, as they approach the close of life, and come to act 
less, and to know and to meditate more on the varying and 
crowded scene of human existence. When the inordinate 
hopes of early youth, which provoke their own disappoint- 
ment, have been sobered down by longer experience and 
more extended views; when the keen contentions and eager 
rivalries which employed our riper age, have expired or 
been abandoned; when we have seen, year after year, the 
objects of our fiercest hostility, and of our fondest af- 
fection, lie down together in the hallowed peace of the 
grave; when ordinary" pleasures and amusements begin to 
be insipid, and the gay derision which seasoned them to 
appear flat and importunate; when we reflect how, after we 
have mourned and been comforted, what opposite opinions 
we have successively maintained and abandoned, to what 
inconsistent habits we have gradually been formed, and 
how frequently the objects of our pride have proved the 
sources of our shame we are naturally led to recur to 
the careless days of our childhood, and from that distant 
starting-place to retrace the whole of our career, and that 
of our contemporaries, with feelings of far greater humil- 
ity and indulgence than those by which it had been actual- 
ly accompanied; to think all vain but affection and honor; 
the simplest and cheapest pleasures, the truest and most 
precious; and generosity of sentiment, the only mental su- 
periority which ought either to be wished for or admired. 

Lord Jeffrey. 

Now, soul, be very still and go apart. 

Fly to thy inmost citadel, and be thou still. 
Dost thou not know the trembling, shrinking heart 

That feels the shadow of some coming ill ? 
Ah! no. 3 T is not delusion; some kind care 
Touches thee, soul, and whispers thee: "Beware !" 


Hide thee awhile, call back the troublous past: 
How many times we have been wakened thus, while 1 

Entered the dreadful shadow, all aghast, 
And found beyond it a far brighter sky; 

How oft the low, black clouds above me lay, 

And some sweet wind of God blew them away. 

Hide thee awhile, call back the happy past: 

Thy many marvelous mercies; thy delicious days, 

When sorrow watched thee from afar, nor cast 
One shadow o'er love's many changing ways; 

All eyes have wept; life no new sorrow has; 

Times come and go; but Grod is where He was. 

So, soul, come with me, and be sure we'll find 

A little sanctuary, wherein dwells faith and prayer; 

Then, if misfortune come, cast doubt behind; 

We shall have strength to fight or strength to bear; 

No prisoners of evil fate are we, 

For in our breast we carry Hopeful's key. 

Mary A. JBarr. 

No soul can preserve the bloom and delicacy of its ex- 
istence without lonely musing and silent prayer, and the 
greatness of this necessity is in proportion to the greatness 

of the soul. 


DID the Eternal fulfill his gracious promises on the in- 
stant, where would be the trial of faith, and our confidence 

in prayer? 

Grace AguiZar. 

THE world is seldom what it seems; 

To man, who dimly sees, 
Realities appear as dreams, 

And dreams, realities. 



O! WINTEB twilight, while the moon 
Grows whiter on the deepening blue, 
I find some brief-lived thoughts in you, 

That rise not in the night or noon, 

Of faded loves, that once were sweet, 
But now are neither sweet nor sad; 
Of hopes that, distant, looked so glad, 

Yet lie, unnoticed, at our feet. 

Of these I think, until the red 
Has wasted from the western sky, 
And royal reigns the moon on high; 

What profits to lament the dead? 

Small profit! yet In dreams that hold 
One hand to forward, one to past, 
We stay the years that fly so fast, 

And link our new lives to the old. 

F. W. Bourdillon. 

ABIDE with me; fast falls the eventide; 
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide; 
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
Help of the helpless, O, abide with me! 

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; 
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; 
Change and decay in all around I see; 
O, Thou who changest not, abide with me! 
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; 
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. 
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? 
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 

Henry Frauds Lyte. 

BEYOND the stars that shine in golden glory, 

Beyond the calm, sweet moon, 
Up the bright ladder saints have trod before thee, 

Soul! thou must venture soon. 




THE day hath gone to God, 
Straight, like an Infant's spirit, or a mocked 
And mourning messenger of grace to man. 


WERE there no night we could not read the stars, 
The heavens would turn into a blinding glare; 

Freedom is best seen through the prison bars, 
And rough seas make the haven passing fain 

We cannot measure joys but by their loss, 
When blessings fade away we see them then; 

Our richest clusters grow around the cross, 
And in the night-time angels sing to men. 

The seed must first lie buried deep In earth, 

.Before the lily opens to the sky; 
So " light is sown," and gladness has its birth, 

In the dark deeps where we can only cry. 

"Life out of death" is heaven's unwritten law; 

Nay, it is written in a myriad forms; 
The victor's palm grows on the fields of war, 

And strength and beauty are the fruit of storms. 

Come, then, my soul, be brave to do and bear; 

Thy life is bruised that it may be more sweet; 
The cross w r ill soon be left, the crown we'll wear; 

Nay, we will cast it at our Savior's feet. 

And up among the glories never told, 
Sweeter than music of the marriage-bell, 

Our hands will strike the vibrant harp of gold 
To the glad song, " He doeth all things well." 

Henry Burton. 


*Tis midnights holy hour, and silence now 
Is brooding, like a gentle spirit, o'er 
The still and pulseless world. 

George D. Prentice. 

LEAD, kindly light! amid the encircling gloom, 

Lead thou me on; 
The night is dark, and I am far from home; 

Lead thou me on. 

Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see 
The distant scene; one step enough for me. 

I was not ever thus, nor pray'd that thou 

Shouldst lead me on; 
I loved to choose and see my path; but now 

Lead thou me on. 

I loved the garish day; and, spite of fears, 
Pride ruled my will; remember not past years! 

So long thy power has blest me, sure it still 

Will lead me on 
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 

The night is gone, 

And with the morn those angel faces smile, 
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. 
s John Henry Newman. 

THE darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never 
hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars 
more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the 

George Eliot. 

INNOCEOT sleep! 

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care, 
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, 
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, 
Chief nourisher in life's feast. 



BENEATH this starry arch, 

Naught resteth or Is still, 
But all things hold their march, 
As If by one great will; 
Moves one, moves all. 
Hark to the footfall! 
On, on, forever! 

Harriet Martineau. 

SOMETIME, when all life's lessons have been learned, 

And sun and stars forevermore have set, 
The things which our weak judgment here has spurned, 

The things o'er which we grieved, with lashes wet, 
Will flash before us out of life's dark night, 

As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue; 
And we shall see how all God's plans were right, 

And how what seemed reproof was love most true. 

THE compensations of calamity are made apparent after 
long intervals of time. The sure years reveal the deep 
remedial force that underlies all fact. 


YOUTH'S heritage is hope, but man's 
Is retrospect of shattered plans, 
And doubtful glances cast before. 

THE retrospect of youth is often like visiting the grave 
of a friend whom we have injured, and are prevented by 
his death from the possibility of making reparation. 


A SORROW'S crown of sorrow is remembering happier 




THE heart, when broken, is like sweet gums and spices 
when beaten; for as such cast their fragrant scent into the 
nostrils of men, so the heart, when broken, casts its sweet 
smell into the nostrils of God. The incense, which was a 
type of prayer of old, was to be beaten or bruised, and so 
to be in the censer* The heart must be beaten or bruised, 
and then the sweet scent will come out. 


THEEE is something sustaining in the very agitation that 
accompanies the first shock of trouble, just as an acute pain 
is often a stimulus, and produces an excitement which is 
transient strength. It is in the slow changed life that fol- 
lows, in the time when sorrow has become stale, and has no 
longer an emotive intensity that counteracts its pain; in 
the time when day follows day in dull, expected same- 
ness, and trial is a dreary routine it is then that despair. 
threatens; it is then that the peremptory hunger of the soul 
is felt, and eye and ear are strained after some unlearned 
secret of our existence, which shall give to endurance the 
nature of satisfaction. 

George Eliot. 

doomed to feel that youth is o'er, 

That spring and summer both have fled, 
That we can wake to life no more 

The buds and blossoms that are dead; 
That evermore the years will steal 

Some brightness as they hurry on, 
And with the past we know and feel 

The glory of our life is gone; 

And still, the skies are just as blue, 
The golden suns as warm and bright, 

No star has lost its radiant hue, 
Or faded from the crown of night; 

And beauty's cheek is still as fair, 


The songs of birds as sweet at moro s 
The flowers bloom, and in the air 
The fragrance of the spring is born ; 

But oh, to think of all the past, 

How much of good there was to glean, 

How little came to us at last, 

And yet, and yet, what might have been! 
How shadows gather o'er the heart, 

The night winds bear a sadder strain; 
The eyes grow dim with tears that start, 

And memory's gates we close in vain. 

I HAD rather as a forgiven child, with all the prospects of 
the future opened unto me, wear the crown purchased by 
the redeeming love of Christ than that which is worn by 
the unfallen angels; because the blessings of a divine atone- 
ment, through a divine incarnation, secured to the soul in 
harmony with the conditions of the Gospel, reveal the char- 
acter of God in a way impossible to be made known to 
those who have complied with all the law demands; and 
this places the sinner, penitent and forgiven, on a platform 
of experience and personal relationship to God, of a nature 
so peculiar and so extraordinary as to throw all other stars, 
glittering never so brightly in the heavenly firmament, into 
comparative obscurity, contrasted with the exceptional 
brilliancy of that state which involves the strange anomaly 
of justice and mercy together, the law sustained and the 

sinner saved. 

JRev. Phillips JBrooJcs. 

THE grave buries every error, covers every defect, extin- 
guishes every resentment. Who can look down upon the 
last resting place even of an enemy, and not feel a com- 
punctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the 
poor handful of earth that lies moldering before him. 

Washington Irving. 


THE " Imitation of Christ " was written by a hand thai 
waited for the heart's promptings. It is the chronicle of a 
solitary, hidden anguish, struggle, trust, and triumph; not 
written on velvet cushions, to teach endurance to those whc 
are treading with bleeding feet on the stones. And so il 
remains to all times a lasting record of human needs, and 
human consolations; the voice of a brother who, ages ago. 
felt and suffered and renounced, in the cloister, perhaps. 
with serge gown and tonsured head, with much chanting 
and long fasts, and wdth a fashion of speed different from 
ours, but under the same silent, far-off heavens, and witfc 
the same passionate desires, the same strivings, the same 
failures, the same weariness. 


CAKEST Thou not? O Thou that givest life, 

Carest Thou not? Who art the love Thou teachest* 
While half Thy children perish in the strife, 

For lack of the sweet charity Thou preachest; 
The eye that sees, the heart that longs and yearns 

For beauty, wealth, and calm of golden hours; 
Or Thou, or Nature, gave the brain that burns, 

The mind that chafes to use its latent powers? 

Caught in the bitter net of circumstance, 

We strive and faint amid each baffling fold, 
While careless fingers take or miss the chance, 

Or idle with the precious thing they hold; 
And favored darlings of the world lo'ok down 

From the fair height, by fate or birthright given, 
Wondering to see how under fortune's frown 

Along steep paths our tired feet are driven. 

Carest Thou not? Our prized ambitions fail, 
Our dearest droop, in dull days shadowed too, 

Their young eyes forced to read the weary tale, 
While their vain struggles our past pangs renew, 


We fain would see, and save, and live, and laugh; 
Fain would have honest heart and open hand; 

Ah ! hope and love make but a breaking staff, 

When 'mid our shattered dreams alone we stand. 

Carest Thou not, Lord? Old age creeps on, 

Blighting each lingering bloom we dare to cherish; 
A little while, and the last day is done. 

Carest Thou not, Lord, because we perish? 
Oh, stretch the right hand, strong to stay and save ! 

Speak, through wild winds above, wild seas beneath; 
Say, despite failing life and opening grave, 

"Why will ye doubt, ye of little faith?" 

O THOU great Friend to all the sons of men! 

Who once appeared in humblest guise below, 
Sin to rebuke, to break the captive's chain, 

And call Thy brethren forth from want and woe*, 

We look to Thee. Thy truth is still the light 
Which guides the nations groping on their way, 

Stumbling and falling in disastrous night, 
Yet hoping ever for the perfect day. 

Yes! Thou art still the life; Thou art the way 
The holiest know; light, life, and way to heaven, 

And they who dearest hope and deepest pray, 

Toil by the light, life, way, which Thou hast given. 

Theodore Parker. 

A GRAVE, wherever found, preaches a short, pithy ser- 
mon to the soul. 


I NEVER saw a dying Christian who had not dying grace, 
and certainly he who can help us to die can also help us to 


TF. 3. Plumer, D.D. 


SIGH and grieve that you are yet so carnal and worldly^ 
and your passions so unmortlfied. 

That you are so full of corrupt Inclinations, so unguarded 
in your outward senses, so often ensnared by many vain 

So much inclined to outward things, so negligent as to 

So ready for laughter and dissipation, so unready for 
weeping and compunction. 

So prompt for relaxation and bodily comfort, so disin- 
clined for austerity and fervor. 

So curious to hear news and see fine sights, so slack to 
embrace what is lowly and common. 

So eager to have much, so sparing in giving, so close in 

So inconsiderate in speech, so unable to keep silence, so 
undisciplined in manners, so impetuous In actions. 

So greedy about food, so deaf to the word of God. 

So hasty to take rest, so slow to labor. 

So wakeful to attend to stories, so sleepy at holy vigils.. 

So anxious to finish devotions, so wandering in attention. 

So soon distracted, so rarely fully recollected. 

So suddenly stirred to anger, so apt to take offense. 

So ready to judge, so relentless In reproving. 

So joyful in prosperity, so weak in adversity. 

So often making good resolutions, so seldom bringing 
them to good effect. 

Thomas & Kempis. 

LAID on thine altar, my Lord divine! 

Accept this gift to-day, for Jesus' sake. 
I have no jewels to adorn thy shrine, 

Nor any world- famed sacrifice to make; 
But here I bring, within my trembling hand, 

This will of mine a thing that seemeth small: 
And thou alone, Lord, canst understand 


How, when I yield thoe this, I yield mine all. 
Hidden therein thy searching gaze canst see 

Struggles of passion, visions of delight, 
All that I have, or am, or fain would be 

Deep loves, fond hopes, and longings infinite; 
It hath been wet with tears, and dimmed with sighs; 

Clenched in my grasp till beauty hath it none! 
Now, from thy footstool, where it vanquished lies, 

The prayer ascendeth May thy will be done! 
Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail! 

And merge it so in thine own will, that e'en 
If in some desperate hour my cries prevail, 

And thou give back my gift, it may have been 
So changed, so purified, so fair have grown, 

So one with thee, so filled with peace divine, 
I may not know or feel it as mine own. 

But, gaining back my will, may find it thine! 

JWeic York Observer. 

DEATH we can face; but knowing, as some of us do, what 
is human life, which of us is it, that without shuddering 
could, if consciously we were summoned, face the hour of 

De Quincey* 

ALL along the pathway of life are tombstones, by the 
side of which we have promised to strive for heaven. 


OF all the solemnities of which the mind can conceive, 
death is the greatest. There may be here and there an 
empty heart and a thoughtless brain, across which no 
churchyard meditation passes for months or years together, 
but these are exceptional and leave unaffected the truth, 
that no one reflection comes to man with such uniformity 
and power, as the thought that in a few years we shall all 

be far away. 

David Swing. 


I am dead and buried, then 
There will be mourning among 1 men. 
I hear one musing on my dust; 
"How hard he fought to win his crust;" 
And one, " He was too sensitive 
In this cold- wintered world to live; " 
Another, weeping, " Ah, how few 
So gentle-hearted, and so true !" 
u I met him only once, and yet 
I think I never shall forget 
The strange, sad look in his young eyes,* 5 
One other says, and then with wise 
And solemn -shaking head "No doubt 
The hot heart burnt that frail frame out. n 
Good friends, a discount on your grief 1 
A little present help were worth 
More than a sorrow-stricken earth 
When I am but a withered leaf; 
An outstretched hand were better to me 
Than your glib graveyard sympathy; 
You need not pity, and rhyme, and paint me, 
You need not weep for, and sigh for, and saint me 
After you've starved me driven me dead. 
Say ! do you hear? What I want is bread ! 


IE I should die to-night, 
My friends would look upon my quiet face 
Before they laid it in its resting- place, 
And deem that death had left it almost fair; 
And, laying snow-white flowers against my hair, 
Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness, 
And fold my hands with lingering caress 
Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night ! 

If I should die to-night, 
My friends would call to mind, with loving thought 


Some kindly deed the Icy hand had wrought, 
Some gentle word the frozen lips had said; 
Errands on which the willing feet had sped; 
The memory of my selfishness and pride, 
My hasty words, would all be put aside, 
And so I should be loved and mourned to-night. 

If I should die to-night, 

Even hearts estranged would turn once more to me, 
Recalling other days remorsefully 5 
The eyes that chill me with averted glance, 
Would look upon me as of yore, perchance, 
And soften in the old familiar way, 
For who would war with dumb unconscious clayp 
So I might rest, forgiven of all to-night, 

friends ! I pray to-night, 
Keep not your kisses for my dead, cold brow; 
The way is lonely; let me feel them now; 
Think gently of me; I am travel- worn; 
My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn; 
Forgive ! hearts estranged, forgive, I plead 1 
When dreamless rest is mine I shall not need 
The tenderness for which I long to-night. 

THERE are not many who finish their lives before they 
die. Very few go willingly; most are forced, and not a 
few are dragged to the grave. Instead of leaving the 
world, they are hunted out of it. 


BETTER a death when work is done 
Than earth's most favored birth. 


HERE lies one whose name was writ in water. 

' Epitaph. 


RID of the world's injustice and his pain, 

He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue. 

Taken from life, when life and love were new, 

The youngest of the martyrs here is lain, 

Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain. 

No Cyprus shades his grave, no funeral yew, 

But gentle violets weeping- with the dew 

Weave in fair bonds an ever blossoming chain. 

proudest heart that broke for misery ! 

sweetest lips since those of Mitylene 1 

poet painter of our English land ! 

Thy name was Tvrit in water it shall stand; 

And tears like mine will keep thy memory green 

As Isabella did her basil tree. 

Oscar "Wilde^ 
(At the Grave of Keats). 

AND history, 

A mournful follower in the track of man, 
Whose path is over ruin and the grave, 
May linger for a moment in the place, 
Beside a worn inscription, and be sad. 

Alexander Smith. 

MAN! whosoever thou art, and whencesoever thou com- 
est (for come I know fchou wilt), I am Cyrus, the founder of 
the Persian Empire. Envy me not the little earth that 
covers my body. 

** Epitaph. 

flower fadeth," but the seed and the fruit come, 
and this teaches us that there is really nothing to sadden us 
in the phenomena of decay in nature and vegetation; for 
our present life, with all its activities and enjoyments, is but 
the flower-form of a being whose fruit-form or seed-form is 
in an after and higher life, and decay and death are no 

LAMPS. 411 

more than tlie falling of the petals from the well set fruit. 
Human life and flower life are alike, mainly because 
are phenomenal of progress. Thank God the flower does 
fade! The leaf Is not muchonly the fruit, of which the 
leaf is but the precursor. The fruit, not the flower, is 
perfection. This world is not all; there is a world beyond. 
We press on. 

Charles Wadsworth, D.D. 

FOB who would bear the whips and scorns of time, 
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, 
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, 
The insolence of office, and the spurns 
That patient merit of the unworthy takes, 
When he himself might his quietus make 

With a bare bodkin * * * * 

But that the dread of something after death, 

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn 

No traveler returns, puzzles the will, 

And makes us rather bear those ills we have 

Than Hy to others that we know not of? 

Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all; 

And thus the native hue of resolution 

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought. 


THE boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, 
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, 

Await alike the inevitable hour; 

The paths of glory lead but *to the grave. 


LEATES have their time to fall, 

And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath; 
And stars to set; but all 

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, Death! 

Mrs. Hemans. 


DEATHBED repentance Is burning the candle of life in the 
service of the devil, then blowing the snuff in the face of 

Lorenzo Dow. 

WHETHER on the scaffold, high, 

Or in the battle's van, 
The fittest place where man can die 

Is where he dies for man. 

Michael J. Harry* 

HARK to the solemn bell, 

Mournfully pealing! 
"What do its wail ings tell, 

On the ear stealing? 
Seem they not thus to say, 
Loved ones have passed away? 
Ashes with ashes lay, 

List to its pealing 1 

Earth is all vanity, 

False as 5 t is fleeting; 
Grief is in all its joy, 

Smiles with tears meeting; 
Youth's brightest hopes decay. 
Pass like morn's gems away, 
Too fair on earth to stay, 

Where all is fleeting. 

When in their lonely bed 

Loved ones are lying; 
When joyful wings are spread, 

To heaven flying; 
Would we to sin and pain 
Call back their souls again, 
Weave round their hearts the chain, 

Severed in dying? 


No, dearest Savior, no ! 

To Thee, their Savior, 
Let their free spirits go, 

Ransomed forever ! 
Heirs of unending joy, 
Theirs is the victory; 
Thine let the glory be, 

Now and forever 1 


THE future hides In It 
Gladness and sorrow; 
We press still thorough- 
Naught that abides in it 
Daunting us onward. 

And solemn before us, 
Veiled, the dark portal, 
Goal of all mortal; 
Stars silent rest o'er us! 
Graves under us, silent! 

While earnest thou gazest. 
Comes boding of terror; 
Come phantasm and error, 
Perplexing the bravest 
With doubt and misgivingl 

But heard are the voices, 
Heard are the sages 
The world and the ages: 
u Choose well ; your choice is 
Brief, and yet endless; 

Here eyes do regard you 

In Eternity's stillness ; 

Here is all fulness, 

Ye brave, to reward you; 

Work, and despair not !" /v . 


ON Fame's eternal camping-ground 
Their silent tents are spread; 

And Glory guards with solemn sound 
The bivouac of the dead. 


THE hand of the reaper 
Takes the ears that are hoary, 

But the voice of the weeper 
Wails manhood in glorv. 


STTCH graves as theirs are pilgrim shrines 
Shrines to no code or creed confined 

The Delphian vales, the Palestines, 
The Meccas of the mind. 

GOD never meant that we should call this home, 

This world of woe; 
We use a strange misnomer and cheat ourselves 

In thinking so. t 

If this were home, no flower would lose its bloom, 

No leaf would fall; 
No life decay, no shadow from the tomb 

Our hearts appal. 

This home? -then none would lay their armor down 

In helpless weakness; 
But, step by step, life's work would rounded be 

To full completeness. 

If this were home, then walking with us here, 

With glory crowned, 

' Were those we laid to sleep, covered with scars, 
Beneath the ground. 

No palsied limb, nor weary brain, nor aching heart 
Is found at home; 


But joy and peace, and strength, and life divine. 
Are there alone. 

Thank God, we know this earth Is not our home! 

No fond delusion 

Can make us think our Father left us here 
To blind confusion. 

Thank God, that in life's little day, through all 

Our care and sorrow 

"We have the promise from His lips, of home, 
Sweet home, to-morrow ! 

AJnome unclouded by a grief, and where, 

In mansions fair, 
We'll clasp once more our missing ones! No hearts 

Are broken there. 

Jl JS. K. 

HEROIC spirits! take your rest! 

Ye are richer; we are poorer, 
Yet, because ye have been with us, 

Life is manlier, heaven surer. 


How brief this drama of our life appears ! 
The good die not 1 This heritage they leave 

The record of a life in virtue spent ; 
For our own loss, at parting we may grieve 

Lives such as theirs build their own monument. 


COULD we see when and where we are to meet again, we 
would be more tender when we bid our friends good-bye. 


NEVEK part without loving words to think of during 
your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in 



WHAT is sadder in our reflection, and yet what more 
frequent, than our unconscious farewells ! 

George JSliot* 

THE Lord watch between me and thee, 
"When we are absent one from another. 


FAREWELL ! a word that hath been and must be 
A sound which makes us linger j yet farewell! 


WHEN two persons dearly attached to one another sep- 
arate, how much more to be pitied is the one who remains 
than the one who goesl 

Ruffim, * 

Axi* farewells should be sudden, when forever! 


cast a flower away, 
The gift of one who cared for me, 
A little flower a faded flower, 
But it was done reluctantly. 

I never speak the word farewell 

But with an utterance faint and broken, 

An earth-sick longing for the time 
When it shall never more be spoken. 

Mrs. Southey* 


SUCH parting were too petty. 

LIFE! we've been long together, 
Thro' pleasant and thro 5 cloudy weather; 
*T Is hard to part when friends are dear, 
Perhaps 7 t will cost a sigh, a tear; 
Then steal away, give little warning, 

Choose thine own time; 
Say not good-night, but in some brighter clime 

Bid me good-morning. 

Mrs. JBarbauld. 

IF thou dost bid thy friend farewell, 
But for one night though that farewell may be, 
Press thou his hand in thine; 
How canst thou tell how far from thee 
Fate or caprice may lead his steps ere that to-morrow comes? 
Men have been known to lightly turn the corner of a street, 
And days have grown to months, 

And months to lagging years, ere they have looked in lor- 
ing eyes again. 

Parting, at best, is underlaid 

With tears and pain; 

Therefore, lest sudden death should come between, 

Or time, or distance clasp with pressure firm the hand 

Of him who goes forth; 

Unseen, fate goeth too. 

Yea, and thou hast always time to say some earnest word, 
Between the idle talk, lest with thee henceforth, 
Night and day, regret should walk. 

GOOD night ! good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow 
That I shall say good night till it be morrow. 




LIFE is very critical. Any word may be our last. Any 
farewell, even amid glee and merriment, may be forever. 
If this truth were but burnt into our consciousness, would 
it not give a new meaning to all our human relationships? 

W. K. Alger. 

THE separation of the righteous and the wicked in the day 
of judgment will be by its own nature final; renewal of 
fellowship will be forever undesirable. 

Prof. J. D. Morns. 

OH to be ready when death shall come; 

Oh to be ready to hasten home; 

No earthward clinging, 

No lingering gaze, 

No step at parting, 

No sore amaze, 

No cloud-like phantom to fling a gloom 

'Twixt heaven's bright portals and earth's dark tomb; 

But sweetly, gently to pass away 

From the world's dim twilight into day. 

are ever taking leave of something that will not 
come back again. We let go, with a pang, portion after 
portion of our existence. However dreary we may have felt 
life to be here, yet when that hour comes the winding up 
of all things, the last grand rush of darkness on our spirits, 
the hour of that awful sudden wrench from all we have 
ever known or loved, the long farewell to sun, moon, stars, 
and light brother men! I ask you this day, and I ask my- 
self, humbly and fearfully, what will then be finished? 
When it is finished, what will it be? Will it be the but- 
terfly existence of pleasure, the mere life of science, a life 
of uninterrupted sin, and selfish gratification; ,or will it be, 
" Father, I have finished the work which Thou gavest me 

to do " ? 

F. W. Robertson. 


SPEED on wherever God's angel may guide thee; 
No fancy can dream, and no language can tell, 

What faith and what blessings walk ever beside thee, 
Or the depth of our love, as we Lid thee farewell. 

THERE are smiles and tears in that gathering- band, 
Where the heart is pledged with the trembling hand; 
What trying thoughts in the bosom swell 
As the bride bids parents and home farewell! 
Kneel down by the side of the tearful fair, 
And strengthen the perilous hour with prayer. 

Henn/ Ware, Jr. 

IT is hard to say farewell to a hope that has cheered us, to 
unloose the clasp of what seemed an undying friendship, to 
see a love sail away, and sink its white sails in the sea, re- 
gardless of our outstretched hands, and white, surf-beaten 
faces. Yet most of you, I suppose, at one time of your 
life, have stood on that beach, and waded far out into its 
deep sounding waves, and wrung your hands at parting 
with what would never more come back; arid yet, to such 
as are not utterly broken thereby, such partings and memo- 
ries are not in vain. There are things back of us, known 
only to heaven, which did greatly shape our lives; there are 
faces, and the pressure of hands, and snatches of song, and 
the light of long-closed eyes, and the far-distant murmur 
of solemn prayer, which we do treasure choicely and rever- 
ently; there be those with faith enough to think that, by 
and by, the old faces will be seen once more, the loved 
voices heard anew, and all lost things will come sailing 
back to us, like ships, which, parted by night and the swift 
stroke of tempest, at morning, with sails all washed and 
fairer than they went, come hurrying back to anchorage; 
and they wait with watching for that day, and, like some 
angel detained from his companions, sit gazing with wistful 
eyes steadfastly upward and far ahead. 

Rev. W. H. H. Murray. 


DEAL gently with us, ye who read! 

Our largest hope is unfulfilled 
The promise still outruns the deed 

The tower, but not the spire, we build. 

Our whitest pearl we never find; 

Our ripest fruit we never reach; 
The flowering moments of the mind 

Drop half their petals in our speech. 


MY last word to you is, be courageous! Strive with manly 
power against sickly phantasies, and enter, as I do, always 
more hopefully into active life, that your talents may be 
more useful to others, and thus to yourself. 

With this wish, with these hopes, my infinitely dear 
friend, I close, and we part silently from each other. If 
man can bear an eternity in his heart, you will remain etern- 
ally in mine. 




ABIDE with me; Lyte, 398. 

ABILITY, difficult to make ; George Eli' 


conversation a test of; John- 
son, 23. 

ABSTRACTS burning glasses ; Buffi, 344. 
ABSURDITY, has a champion; Goldwntth, 

ACCIDENT, take advantage of; Reynolds, 


ACHING worse than pain; McDonald., 27. 
ACQUAINTANCES, new; La Rochefoucauld, 


ACTION, principle of; Kant, 27. 
we live In ; Hodge, 243. 
the ratu -e of thought ; Bovee, 


men of; Heine, 305. 
ACTIONS my, democratic ; Hugo, 24. 
ADDRESS, good ; Emerson, 347. 
ADVANTAGE, to forego; Disraeli, 365. 
ADVANTAGES, follow np; Napoleon, 234. 
ADVERSITY, trial of principle; Fielding, 


ADVICE, giving; Disraeli, 365. 
AFFECTATION, in the pulpit ; Edinburgh 

Review, 133. 

AFFECTION, respect more than; Chan- 
ning, 248. 

" one chord; Willis, Ml. 
cast not from thee; Remans, 

AFFECTIONS, light of; Mrs. Browning, 

AFFLICTION, how to avert ; Burgh, 819. 
AGE, golden. ; Chapin, 24. 

AGE, this needs ventilation ; 


of chivalry ; JBurlx, 122. 
this, tempestuous ; S. P. L. 188. 
forty years ; Hugo, 237. 
fifty years; Hugo, 237. 
events of; J5o*e, 314. 
want of; JZvte.362. 
AGITATION, marshaling the conscience ; 

Ped, 306. 
AGITATION, plants the school ; Phillip, 


AGNOSTICISM, nothing more contempti- 
ble ; Christian ImteUigencer^ 346. 
Ant, the open ; Harvey, 808. 
AIRS of importance ; Lavater t 301. 
ALARM-BELL disturbs ; Burke, 64. 
ALMS, let thy, go before; Herbert, 312. 
ALONE, we walk ; Meaner (fray, 193, 
ALL things, more than barren use; 

Alexander Smith, 208. 
ALL have not lived who died ; Zimmer- 

m inn, 297. 

AMBITION beyond ability ; Beatty, 79. 
AMERICA takes but to give; Taylor, 158. 
AMERICAN, I, also, am an ; Webster, 156. 
ANGER of an enemy, admonishes; Tay- 
lor, 368. 

ANGRY, to be ; Pope, 368. 
ANIMAL, humanity in ; RmMn, 270. 

differences between man and; 

Darwin, 270. 

ANTAGONIST, often helper; Burke, 239. 
APPEARANCES, cannot judge by; Whol- 
ly, 229. 
APPLAUSE, solicitous to shun ; Chester' 

field, 238. 
APPLE falls near the tree; Proverb, 262. 




APPLICATION, price of mental acquisi- 
tion, Bailey, 306. 

veyed ; Boardman, 83. 
that subtle nothingness that; 

NichoUs, 83. 
APPROBATION, angling for; Zimmer- 

mann, 241. 

ARCHITECTURE, art assassinated by ge- 
ometry; PreauK, 46. 
ARCOLA, things were worse at; Napo- 


ART, political, in what It consists; Ke- 
nan, 863. 
As false and fleeting as 'tis fair ; Town- 

shend, 314. 

ASPERSION, rubs off itself ; Murray. 109. 
ASPIRATIONS, endeavor to realize; Em- 

ermn, 275. 
ASSAIL \NTS, on the side of; Emerson, 


ASSERTIONS we can refute; DtekffM,%X7. 
ATHENS suffered noblest men to die; 
Adams, 112. 

ATMOSPHERE still blue, 318. 

AUDIENCE, popular ; Choate, 66, 
AUTHOE, choice of; Roscommon, 15. 
anecdotes of; Disraeli, 226. 
should first be a student; 

Dryden, 301. 

a contemptuous; AddisonfflB. 
conversation of , Johnson, 335. 
AUTHORSHIP, difficulties in; Cotton, 65. 


BALLADS of a nation; Retcher, 303. 
BALLOT-BOX, a weapon ; Pierpont, 56. 
BALM OF GILEAD ; BreeJtinridffe, 104. 
BANNER, fallen down ; Calvin, 22. 
BAEEEN, from Dan to Beersheba ; Sterne, 

BATTLE, won ; Wettington, 229. 

of this temperance; Gougfh, 


to die in; Shakespeare, 380. 
BATTLE-FIELD, one ages rapidly on; No. 

voleon, 22. 
BAYONET, not instrument to collect 

votes , Hancock, 78. 
BEAR, what you cannot amend ; Thomas 

a Kempts, 36. 

BEAUTIFUL, the never desolate; Bailey, 


the birth of the ; . C. W. 205. 
the dead ; Disraeli, 221. 
in old marbles ever; Keats, 


BEAUTY, too much ; GUfillan, 206. 
a thing of ; Keats, 207. 
shadowy reflections of ; S.P.L. 

the line of; , 244. 

of ancient days ; Augustine, 98. 
BED, watered with tears; Rutherford, 


BELIEF, your, what you are; Porter, 36. 
difficulties of; Arnold, 83. 
in a God ; Voltaire, 84. 
in what can be comprehended; 

Cotton, Si. 
without, earth intolerable ; 

TyndaU, 84. 
powerful stimulant ; Morton, 


BELIEFS, the ruin of old ; Brooke, 21. 
BENEVOLENCE, no one bankrupted by ; 

Cuyler, 312. 

wholesome ; Ruffini, 313. 
BEST of all. God with us ; Wesley, 250. 
things are nearest; Milnes 


BETTER to mourn and lose ; Miss Wheel- 
er, 299. 

trust and be deceived KemUe, 

BEYOND the stars ; , 398, 

BIBLE, human side of; Smith, 43. 

man without the ; Wftster, 86. 
book for lawyer ; Webster, 323. 
creed crystalized ; Cuyler, 87. 
reverent 'study of; Ryk, 362. 
BIBLES, take them to Christ ; McCfteyne, 


BIRD, be like the ; Hugo, 246. 
BISMARCK, foremost man in Europe; 

Garfleld, 155. 
BIRTH, who could face his; De Quincey, 


BITTER, a little in our cup ; Zoclse, 304. 
BIVOUAC of the dead, 0'JIara, 414. 
BODIES, love for our ; Tyng, 35. 
BOLD, be ; Emerson, 269. 
BOLDNESS, a decent ; Pope, 266. 



BOOK, the "best of a ; H< times, 12, 

a living voice ; Smile*, 13, 

good company; Beechcr, 15. 

a, of holy doctrine; SL Prandi, 

canvasser, a missionary; O'Con- 
nor, 130, 

of Job, the grandest; Carlyle, 

BOOKS, go with us ; Bceeher, 15. 

the title of; Butler, 16. 

read unread ; Vaughan, 16. 

insipid; Parker, 16. 

that have life; Parker, 16. 

famed ; Emerson, 1G. 

you like ; Emerson, 16. 

read the old ; Rogers, 16. 

cheap, a necessity; Levy, 129. 

different kinds of; Bacon, 268. 

Which help most ; Parker, 824, 

the true levelers ; Charming, 324. 
BORROWERS, we are ; Pnittips, 65. 
BRAVE, late before they despair ; Thomp- 
son, 240. 

the truly; Byron, 304. 
BREAD, what I want ; Scribner's, 408. 
BREAK, morning; Dems, 387. 
.BRFVUYthe soul of wit; Shakespeare 


BRO HER men, what will life be? Rob- 
ertson, 41$. 

BUFFOON, now hero, now ; Hunt, 242. 
BUY what you do not need ; JFranklin,, 


CALAMITY, compensations of; Emerson, 

CALUMNY, first answer to ; Washington, 


overwhelming; Napoleon, 108. 
CANT cooled cinders ; Cook, 36. 
CAPITAL and labor divorced; Webster, 


CARES, many of our ; Scott, 245. 
CAELYLE, a trip-hammer ; Emerson, 29. 
CASTAWAY, being a; Martensen, 85. 
CATASTROPHES, when they come ; Trot 

schke, 86. 

CASTLES in the air ; Thoreau, 33. 
CENTURIES, dolorous and accursed; 

BfcMer, 272. 

CENTURY, not depreciate our; !!/;/ 


grutttnesg of this* ; Hwfiw, Ififi, 

this, why the greatest; Bugo, 


elevates man ; Hugo, 170, 
CENSURE, if false if true; 


CHANCE, our reliance upon ; Arnold. MX 
the best introducer; Prowft, 

will not help a man ; Jfatteuv, 

CHARACTER, you must forge one; 

JVoudfe, 23. 
a man's ; ^Iwofer, 30. 
estimate of; Macanlay, 42. 
a comparison of; ero,44. 
main token of a strong; Jua-- 

5acA, 60. 

huilding a ; Bcecher, 96. 
crystalized ; CboJfc, 94. 
the valuable thing; Todd, 97. 
shaping our own ; Ware. 97. 
nothing so important ; Beeeher. 


assassination of; JBwzrte, 111. 
self-confident, hurry ing; TToot- 


formed rapidly ; flf. P. JD., 171. 
a religious ; Atlantic Monthly, 228- 
a shield ; Burke, 2S4. 
strength of; IMcftens, 261 
that cannot defend itself; Eob&i- 

son, 263. 

a diamond ; Bartol, SOS. 
without a; Segur, 309. 
intellectual and moral; Wool- 

sey, 313. 

soiled by habits ; Sattou, 314. 
decision of; Has&tt, 322. 
formation of; Christian InteUi- 

fiencer, 848. 

certificate of good; Hayes, 352, 
given the, of a man ; Garfield, 

CHARITIES, like flowers; Wordsworth, 

CHARITY, result of many trials; Broofce, 


self-boasting ; Mason, 312, 
CHARM, native; Goldsmith, 309, 



S, a virtue to aim at ; Jjyt 
tm, 319. 

sign of wisdom ; Montaigne, 86. 
stands over all ; WiMUs, 117. 
CHILD, content to be a; Moberteon, 18. 
its hidden future ; Morley, 18. 
in the school-room; Bittinger 

every criminal once" a; Wines 


first imprf ssions of; RicMer, 18. 

of God ; Eroolcs, 403. 

CHILDHOOD, results of a tender; Georg 

blue mountains of; S. P L., 19 
the bliss of; Sarah Doudney, 20. 
secret faith of; Prentice, 249. 
from, not as others ; Poe, 284. 
CHILDREN, teaching the; Emerson, 17. 
what they need ; Joubert, 17. 
the capacity of; Gough, 17. 
keep us at play ; Calvcrt, 18, 
a curiousness well in ; Tenny- 
son, 18. 

the minds of ; Paymn, 19. 
teachers of; Mrs. Sigourncy. 19. 

hold converse with thy ; 


the world of; Sarah Dovdney,%). 
education of; Fanny Wright, 20. 
left to nature and God ; Att the 

Year Sound, 128. 
turn to the light ; Hare, 260. 
smallest, nearest God; McMer, 


like vases; Michelet, 365. 
Christ's; Beech0r,69. 
CHOOSE, what is best; Scott, 121 
CHRIST, Mend and defender; J3aU t 32. 
how to imitate ; Murray, 49. 
His doctrine ; Porto-, 84. 
question of the day; Parker, 


in literature ; Porter, 1CL 
never surpassed ; Menan, 102. 
words of; Statiley, 17. 
only ground of hope; Bodge, 


ages in advance; Swing, 148. 
steps nearer the cause of; Stan- 
-"ley, 275. 

CHRIST, sacrifice, king and priest ; lu* 

ther, 323. 
disarming Peter ; Tertullian, 376. 

the Lord ; , 386. 

going directly to; McCheyne, 393. 
CHRISTIAN, a, when alone ; Chmtian at 

Work, 245. 

experience ; Cleghorn, 392. 
CHRISTIANITY, reality of Heathenism 

and Judaism ; Luthardt, 85. 
real security of; Macaulay, 8S. 
in hearts of millions ; Bancroft, 

appropriates the past; Cocker, 

spirit of our government ; ^Vb- 

&/<?, 155. 

her defense reserved to the peo- 
ple ; Garfield, 156. 
impregnable fact of history ; 

S. P. L., 381. 

her success ; 8. P. L., 383. 
her power ; S. P. L., 383. 
her final success ; Dale, 3*4. 
her past victories; S. P. L,, 387. 
will make progress, still ; S. P. 

L., 387. 

CHRISTIANS, twenty, fighting one, suf- 
fering ; Cuyter, 122. 

CBRISTMAS, on the Rock of Ages ; War- 
ner, 232. 

CHRISTMASTIDE, the world -has turned ; 
Scott, 85. 
IHURCH, in debt ; Stall, 102. 

a beautiM; Schaff, 389. 
before the service ; Emerson, 889. 
of the living God; Garrison, 107. 
and woman ; Murray, 142. 
oldyoung; Sulwer, 264, 
ready to seal her faith; Stirst, 383. 
in what, to believe ; Lessing, 65 
CIRCUMSTANCES, man, not the creature* 

of; Lewes, 25. 

result of impulses ; Gewge Eli- 
ot, 29. 

fortunate ; Goldsmith, 306. 
JIVILIZATION, American, product of 
Christianity ; Springfldd Repub., 147. 
COMBINE, when bad men ; Burke, 22. 
'OMMITTING ourselves to God ; Meht&r, 



COMMON-SCHOOL, faults of; ScrHmer'a, 

strengthen, the basis of; Reid, 


COMMON-SENSE plays the game; Phil- 
. lips, 21. 
not the most common ; Jacobus, 


COMMUNISM; its language and ele- 
ments ; Heine, 104. 
of the Gospel ; Doolittle, 87. 
COMMUNIST, what is a ; Elliot, 104. 
COMPANIONS of earlier years; Goethe, 

COMPETENCE, importance of having; 

Macaulay, 105. 
without a; Macaulay, 105. 
CONFIDENCE, exacting demand of; 

Brooke, 42. 

repenting our ; Sums, 80. 
necessary; Burke, 375. 
CONFLICT, the severest ; Thomas a Kem- 

pte, 241. 

the end of; Savonarola, 248. 
CONFUSION, we strut to our; Shakes- 
peare, 119, 
CONJURER does not deceive; Proverb, 


CONSCIENCE, an observatory ; Cook, 42. 
on the side of truth ; Princeton 

Review, 134. 

predominates ; Brooks, 242. 
a seared; Cuyler,21fQ. 
good, a continual Christmas; 

Franklin, 365. 
CONSISTENCY, foe to progress ; Emerson, 

CONSOLATION from lives of others; 

Brooks, 276. 

CONSTANCY, of purpose ; Cousin, 47. 
CONSTELLATIONS, names of; Carlyle, 18. 
CONSTITUTIONS in politics; Macaulay, 

CONTEST, the, that pleases us ; Hamilton, 

CONVENTIONALITIES, we must conform 

to; Hodge, 45. 

CONVERSATION discloses ability ; John- 
son, 23. 

negative part of; Winthrop, 238. 

good; AUeti, 24. 

a selection ; Hamilton, 66. 

CONVERSATION, a great charm ; Ruslrin, 


a good rule in ; Swffi, 317. 
music of the mind ; Oolttm, 30D- 
humor more than wit ; Temple, 

COUNTRY, can't love our too deep; 

Orimke, 53. 

woe to the, that no longer pro- 
duces great men; Metternich f 

true glory of; Beecher, 55. 
he who serves his ; Hayes, 54. 
garment of my ; Webster, 55. 
false to one's; Addison, 54. 
development of our; Town- 

send, 55. 

we are now one; Lee, 78. 
greatest danger to our ; Phillips, 

moral dangers of our; J?ep. 

Home W$$, So. 351. 
love of; Scott, 57. 
brought up in the ; Alcott, 352. 
COURAGE, of conviction; Phillips, 21. 
to be ignorant ; Smith, 40. 
when traduced ; Stevens, 112. 
is boldness made of moral tim- 
ber ; , 300. 

to proclaim religious belief; 

Seedier, 332. 
COURTESIES, smallest, strike deepest; 

day, 322. 

COWARD'S CASTLE ; Robertson, 64. 
CREDENTIALS of impotence; Lavater, 

CREDITORS, great observers; Franklin, 


CRISIS, the world's ; S. P. L., 171. 
CRITICISM, greatest element of; faint 

Seuve, 228. 

method of modern ; Taine, 164. 
disclosesconceals ; Cotton, 264. 
CRITICS who are they? Disraeli, 39. 

sentinels in the army of letters ; 

Longfellow, 39. 
whom some resemble; Jovfoert, 


of the pulpit ; Moody, 135, 
their talent lies in sympathy; 

Taine, 164. 
CROISUS, the only, I envy ; Hamerton, 14. 



CROSS, a, through life ; Orange, 58. 

tragedy of; . 318. 

every event of life points to 

the ; Edwards, 245. 
CROWD, how It thinks ; Mger, 300. 

not company ; Bacon, 330. 
CROVDED solitude; George Eliot, 260. 
CROWN of thorns ; Oartyte, 33. 
CRUSE of comfort; Mrs. Charles, 320. 

CRUSH the dead leaves; , 352, 

CULTIVATE, how and what to; Lady 

Margin, 51. 
CULTURE, a disqualifying ; Youmans, 67. 

of the mind ; Lord, 67. 

of the heart ; Lord, 67. 

"best means of spiritual ; Tyng, 

the apotheosis of; 8. P. L., 152. 

true ends of; Shairp, 245. 
CUPID, modem; Sleek, 192. 
CUSTOM hlinds us ; Whately, 305. 
CUSTOMS, follow innocent; Watts, 305. 
CYNICISM, human nature mad; Wilson, 


DAY, each a critic on the last ; Pope, 29. 

thy wasted ; , 213. 

one spent thoroughly well; 

Tfimas a K&npis, 41. 
my last; Dwm, 43. 
of strife ; JWfter _%aw, 46. 
of judgment; Mohammed 79. 
of judgment, England and; 

Pift, 260. 
of judgment, England and; 

Burke, 269. 

count that lost; , 120. 

one, thou wilt be "blessed"; Keats, 


dark, of Connecticut ; Lee, 128. 
thou must die ; Herbert, 210. 
from which to date; JPrwerb, 


hath gone to God ; Bailey, S99. 
of the Lord; Ninde, 381. 
strength for the ; Scribner's, 275. 
DAYS, happier, kept fresh ; JKcftter, 285. 
the play-place of earlier; Cow- 

pef, 826. 

DEAD, greetings from the; Sunday Af- 
ternoon, 199. 

DEAD, call me not ; Sentmcr's, 220. 

our, never dead to us ; George 

Eliot, 217. 

we need them ; Oarfield, 371. 
DEATH, the great reconciler; George 

Eliot, 49. 

the drawbridge of; Brooke, 59. 
a sacred dread of; Bryant, 91. 
is transition ; Longfellow, 217. 
unmasked, an angel; A. H. , 


there is no ; Lytton, 218. 
thou art not victor, Thayer, 


another life; SaGey, 326. 
a friend of ours ; Bacon, 333. 

comes as blessing ; SaphodesfflT. 
we can face ; DeQyincy, 407. 
the greatest solemnity; Swing, 

here and there forgotten ; Swing; 

better than birth; Macdonald r 

all seasons thine ; Mrs. ffemans,. 


DEATH-BED repentance; Dow, 412. 
DECEIVED, I have been ; Auerbach, 24, 
DEED, a noble ; Bellows ; 29. 

a noble ; Holland, 50, 313. 
a good ; Shakespeare, 313. 
DEEDS, so grand ; Baker, 233. 

that bear fruits in heaven ; 

Richter, 52. 

DEFENSE, our sure ; Brooks, 37. 
DERISION, when most agonizing; Jtf- 

jrey, 299. 
DESOLATION, inward ; Thomas g, Kempis r 

DESPAIR, never ; BurTte, 32. 

perpetual ; Carlyle, 50. 
eagerness of unfed hope;: 

George Mwt, 305. 
to burn ; Huntington, 280. 
DESPERATION, powerful as genius ; Dw- 

radi, 36. 

DESPISED, always envious ; Johnson, &t 
DICE, best throw of; Proverb, 245. 
DICKENS and Thackeray; McCarthy 

DICTION, the, you want; Choate, 226, 



DIE, hard to ; Lincoln, 62. 
DIGESTION, good ; Shakespeare, 347. 
DIRT will stick; Whutclcy, 114. 

will not stain ; Newman, 114 
DISCERNMENT, rarer than diamonds; 

La Bruyere, 23. 
DISCONTENT, honorable ; Liddon, 366. 

earnest; Brooks, 120. 
DISCUSSION, liberty of; HaU, 373. 
DISPATCH, better than discourse; Smiles, 


DISPUTE, angry ; Chesterfield, 300. 
DIVINE WORD, help for human nature ; 

Essays and Reviews, 141. 
DOCTEINE, tendency of any ; Hare, 41. 

moves the world; Shedd, 85, 

DOING GOOD, a fuss about; , 318. 

DOORWAYS of life ; Meredith, 47. 
DOUBT enters inquiry denied ; Jowett, 


DRAPER and civilization; N. Y. San, 99. 
DREAM-LIFE, bliss of; "MonteMloS 185. 
DREAMS, importance of; U Estrange, 

and realities ; Moore, 397. 
DUPE, way of making a ; BuLwer, 233. 
PUTY performed ; Herbert, 19. 

do our; Wellington, 22. 

not to do ; Mary Lyon, 36. 

faith in our ; Napoleon III, 39. 

the post of; Jones, 57. 

ode to ; Wordsworth, 60. 

our, and other's ; Essays, 81. 

path of; Kerr, 210. 

is ours; Greetey, 2?9. 

thy nearest ; Goethe, 247. 

not a moment without; Cicero, 

post of; Chopin, 317. , 

stimulant, a ; Prentice, 71. 
DUTIES, the mite has its ; Smith, 321. 


EACH is bound to all ; Spenser, 261. 
EAR, emotive, eye intellectual; Tyn- 

daU, 266. 

EARNESTNESS, a thunder ball; Napo- 
leon, 55. 
EARTH, solemn in continuance and 

ending ; Swing, 26. 
fringed and carpeted; 
. , 120. 

EARTH, a lesion book; Jtw, 345. 

workshop and gallery of art ; 

JRM8, 345. 

EASE, not give up; Sound TaMe, 288. 
ECHOES, many in the world; Goethe, 

ECONOMY, source of revenue ; Seneca, 


EccENTRiciTY,privilege of an anoma- 
lous mind ; Starrs, 21. 
eulogy of; Mitt, 152. 
EDUCATION, defense of nations ; BnrJce, 

iii and out of the school-room ; 

Burke, 35. 

the basis of; 2Wtocft, 80. 
collegiate, is systematic ; Wool- 

s&y, 128. 
"benefit of collegiate; Vincent, 

EDUCATION, end of; Phil. Press, 127. 

and the professional teacher; 

Miss Eastman, 129. 
safeguard of liberty; Ewrett, 


best part of; Alcott, 352. 
EDUCATIONS, two ; Gibbon, 35. 
EFFORT to make others happy ; fy/dia 


EGOISM, a serious ; Whipple, 238. 
EMERSON, how to read; Alcott, 226. 
EMOTION, the heat of; Richter, 228. 
ENDED, when will all be ; Morris, 290. 
ENEMIES, my worst ; iMther, 110. 

in our hearts ; TholucJc, 110. 
those who have no ; Whately, 

speak of us as they hear ; Miss 

More, 238. 

our worst ; Lavater, 259. 
what a man's, say ; Miss Logan, 

ENEMY, what, need we fear; Ballou, 


our worst ; Stanley, 260. 
the most dangerous; Phillips, 


ENGAGEMENTS, private; BuLwer, 190. 
ENGLAND and the day of judgment; 

Pitt, 269. 

and the day of judgment; 
Burte, 269. 



its soldiers; W%de, 163. 
ENMITIES, make your, transient ; Cicero, 

ENTJSBTADmEOTS, public; Mrs. Stowe, 

ENTHUSIASM of a Christian heart ; & 

Times, 142. 

begin life with ; JBu/on, 254. 
young ; Garlyle,256> 
the genius of sincerity ; Lytton, 


eulogy of; button, 304. 
a temper of mind ; Warburton, 

no victories without; Lytton, 


triumph of; Emerson, 305. 
ENTHUSIASMS, beware of losing ; Brooks, 


ENTHUSIASTS understand each other; 

Itvfaff, 804. 
ENTOMBED within a nation's reverent 

love ; Orapsey, 358. 

ENVY, yoke-fellow of eminence; Tup- 
per, 107. 

accompanied by esteem; 


one the grave ; Cyrw t 410. 
EPICUREANISM, human nature drunk; 

Wttson, 84. 

Sadduceeism of Greece; Prince- 
ton Review, 84. 
E&BOR, uproot; Carlyle, 48. 

talkative ; Goldsmith, 327. 
truth abused ; Bo*$uet, 73. 
the least the greatest; Potter, 


a prosperous ; Taylor, 304. 
ERKOBS, exploded ; O'Connor, 306: 
ESSENCE of life is divine ; XteaJf, "287. 
EVENING, ask thyself at; Looter, 39'?. 
EVENTIDE, time of meditation ; Moberi- 

son, 388. 

EVENTS, shells of ideas ; CM/pin, 12, 
EVIL, like the nightmare; RicUer, 26. 
the meridian of; Fronde, 181. 
the origin of; Newton, 893, 
the mystery of ; Hfoans, 270. 
shunned by repentance ; tShakex- 

EVOLUTION, system of, criticised; Lid- 
don, 272. 

EVOLUTION, system of, criticised ; Dor 

tu&i, 270. 
system of, criticised; Mueller, 

EXAMPLE, power of; Ma '. Swetchine, 

more forcible than precept ; Ce- 

ail, 811. 
EXAMPLES, direct more than precepts ; 

Qmrles, 310. 
EXCELLENCE, the supreme ; Longfellow, 


moral ; Crabbe, 40. 
intellectual and physical ; 

Crabbe, 40. 
EXPERIENCE, extract of suffering; Selps t 

EXTRACTS, the necessity of; Voltaire, 


EYE, the memory of; Mitchell, 175. 
EYES, homes of silent grayer ; Tennyxon, 

bright; Milton, 175. 

of night, of day; , 183. 

raised to heaven ; Joubert, 343. 


FACE of a perfect traitor; George Mot, 


of Jesus; Liddon. 119. 
FACES, meanings of; George Eliot, 41. 

how few left unchanged ; Dick- 
I ens, 367. 
FACTS, downright ; RusJdn, 26. 

look in the face of; Stanley, 44. 
verify your; Stanley, 44. 
possession of; Johnson, 428. 
FAILURE, the fiercest hell; Keats, 24. 
begin again after ; HaU, 32. 
is not always failure; Politics 

for the People, 62. 
apparent ; Parker, 104. 
FAITH, loss of; Smith, 81. 

the Christian ; hawthorn", 323. 
want of; JK-wsfcm, 106, 
bitterness of broken; Harper's, 

reason yields her hand to ; Jffol- 

land, 276. 

saving; Mestrezat. 276. 
saving; Luther, 277. 



FAITH, sad effects of abating; 5. P. X., 

not divorce from reason; P. 


FALSEHOOD, Its time ; Pressense, 7& 
FAME, perfume of heroic deeds; Socra- 
tes, 25. 
FAMILY, sovereignty of ; Qarfield, 72. 

a well educated; Scott, 189. 
FAREWELL, makes us linger; Byron, 


I never speak the word ; Mrs. 
Soicthey, 416. 

way of binding ; , 417. 

any, may be iorever ; Alg&r , 418. 

the bride's; Ware, 419. 

hard to say, to a hope ; Murray, 


Polonius; Shakespeare, 292. 
FAREWELLS, sudden, when forever; 

Byron, 416. 
ourunconscious ; George Eliot, 


FATE, to fear ; Montrose, 247. 
FAULT, without a; Puller, 38. 
FAVORS, I ask no; Taylor, 55. 

FEASTS, parlor, kitchen fires; Proverb, 

FEELING, deep, contagious ; , 


FEES, small pockets for ; Mott, 32. 
FICTION, higher than fact, Bailey, 227. 
Frcrio>s and realities ; Actor, 227. 
FIDELITY, sister of Justice ; Horace, 812. 
FIELDS, green, alike ; Johnson, 345. 
FLATTERY, the most skillful, Addison, 

FLIRTATION, attention, intention; Sw- 

dette, 192. 

FLOWER, the meanest ; Wordsworth, 321. 
of sweetest smell; Wordsworth, 


the, fadeth ; Wadsworth, 410. 
I never cast away a ; Mrs. SoiUh- 

ey, 416. 
FLOWER-FORM, our life a; Wadsworth, 


FLOWERS, naming banners; Argyle, 206. 
smiles of God's goodness ; Wil- 

berforce, 271. 

see and know what, we think 
about; George J,305. 

FLOWERS of rhetoric; Macaulay, 209. 
FOLLY, the memory of; Colei idge, 867. 
FOOL, a, for a master ; /onsom, 821. 
FOREIGN LIFE, the strangeness of; New- 
man, 266. 

FORGET, dp not ; , 183. 

FORGETTING, no such thing ; IteGfrtinc, 

FORGIVE, I plead; , 409. 

how many say; ^snnywn, 250. 
FORGIVENESS of an injury ; TUton, 2a 
belongs to the injured ; Dryden, 


FORTUNE, an acquired ; Wadsworth, 34 
the crowning; JSmerwn, 35, 
the frown beyond the smiles 

of; Thomson, 57. 
sells what she is thought to 

give; La Fontaine, 329. 
FRESCO, painting in ; Hmsrson, 17. 

paint our lives in ; Sterling, 297. 
FREE-LOVE, tidal wave of hell ; Cham- 
bers, 147. 

FREE-THOUGHT, in science and specu- 
lation ; Minion, 165. 
its results ; Minion, 167. 
to be found everywhere ; S. P. 

L,, 168. 

FRETPULNESS of temper; Blair, 329. 
FRIEND, my true; Scribner's, 61. 

a calumniated; Johnson, 301. 
FRIENDS, once I had, though by all 

forsaken; South'^, 5$. 
let us be ; George in, 12L 
our best ; Lavater, 259. 
to bid good-bye to ; Ouida, 416. 

FRIENDSHIP, death of; , 196. 

from the heart; Cooper, 259. 
of the blunderer ; Lavater, 328. 
contrasted with malice: Hare, 


FRIENDSHIPS, make, eternal ; Cicero, 26. 
real; Chesterfield,. 
engrafted on merit; Chesterfield, 


kept in repair; Johnson, 259. 
FROEBELISM, system of education; Bit- 

tinger, 127. 
FRUGALITY, for gods and heroes ; Emr 

erson, 282. 

FRUITLESS Fig Tree ; Jack, 94, 95. 
FUNERAL, of wasted youth ; 263. 



FUNERAL, the largest, carries its genuine 
grief in one coach ; Piatt, 269. 
FUTURE, best preparation, for j McDon- 
ald, 803. 
looking towards the; Boyes, 


shaping our own; Whittier, 386, 
hides gladness and sorrow; 

Goethe, 413. 

recognition in the ; Bryant, 368. 
FUTURITY, the face of; Lyttott, 316. 


GARDEN, to cultivate one's; Voltaire, 


GARFIELD, martyr of reconciliation ; 
Cincinnati Gazette, 360. 
was he great ? Swing, 375. 

English prize ode at; 

, 357. 

guiding beacon to youth; Crap- 

sey, 358. 
OEMS, of thought ; Holmes, 10. 

of literature ; PeaeHee, 13. 
GENIUS, will study ; Dewey,' 50. 

will take hold ; Wilson, 50. , 
power of seeing ; Buskin, 229. 
credit for ; Hamilton, 209. 
but one book for, nature ; Mad. 

Delttsy, 302, 
OBNITTSES, ill-assorted and sensitive; 

Emerson, 34. 
GENTLENESS, mightier than power; 

Hunt, 23. 
GEOLOGY, a key; Hallard, 280. 

GIFT, on God's altar; , 406. 

GIFTS, desirable ; George Eliot, 60. 

giving when dying; HaU, 811. 
GLADSTONE, talks in italics ; McCarthy, 

GLANCE, symbol of identity ; Sm&rson, 

GLANCES, billet-doux of love;' Ninon, 

GLORY, springs from se!f-conquest ; 

Thomson, 312. 
GOD, always right ; Lincoln, 55. 

what, thinks of us ; Moody, 59, 
glorified by -thanksgiving; 

WM;ple, 319. 
His greatness ; Bitting-, 846. 

GOD reigns govern . ent lives ; Oar- 
fi'td, 370. 

trust in ; McDonald, 59. 

trust in; Newman, 252. 

the heart of; Tennyson, 210. 

with, n one's side ; Douglass, 78. 

His omnipotence; Mrs. Brown- 
ing, 32. 

His love ; Rudder, 32. 

pity us all ; Mil er, 353. 
GOLD, a picklock ; Massinger, 328. 

seek not for; Miss Wheeler. 186. 
GOOD, the, die not ; , 415. 

tlje, has one enemy ; M&ller, 122. 

only noble to be ; Tenny-on, 231). 

be; A'ing-sley,24Q. 

by being, do more ; Hilt, 311. 

GOOD-BYE, the 1 ver's ; , 195. 

GOODNESS, never fearful; Shakespeare, 

Is uo name ; Byron, 60. 

a soul of; Shakespeare, 261, 
GOSPEL, empowers ; Hodge, 50. 

how to receive the ; Bittinger, 87. 

commun sm of the ; Doolittle, 
. 87. 

of thoroughness ; Mitchell, 151. 

the four h ; Heiiler, 267. 

the fourth ; JSrnestt, 267. 
GOSSIP, public ; Bitlww, 190. 
GOVERNMENT, human and evil ; Paine, 

our, opens to all a pathway to 
honorable distinction ; Oar- 
field, 371. 

at Washington; Qarfield, 370. 
GOVERNOR, a, among the nations; 

Livingston, 350. 
GRACE, KL ans of; Hall, 119. 

live, and die by ; Plumtr, 405. 
GRASSES, names of j Carlyle, 18. 
GRATITUDE, memory of the heart; Wil- 
lis, 30. 

to the rich ; Menan, 41, 

the heaviest debt; Prarikltn, 813. 
GRAVE, a pithy sermon; Hawthorne, 

all ends in the; Gray, 411. 

thentother's; Wordsworth, 268. 

humblest ; J yron, 866. 

buries, extinguishes ; Irving, 4Q8. 



GRAVES, where we promised; Moody. 

GREAT, the truly ; Adelaide Proctor, 63. 

the, of earth ; Pieywnt, 313. 
GRIEF, conquered by resolution; Goethe, 


proportioned to loss; Raleigh, 

should be like joy ; 


changed me ; Shakespeare, 355 
how shallow it is ; Emerson, 355. 
GROWING old gracefully ; Child, 118. 
GRUMBLERS, their chief pleasure ; Whip- 
pie, 355. 

GUILT, a Rubicon ; Jane Porter, 299. 
GULP STREAM, river in the ocean ; Mau- 
ry, 270. 


HABIT, power of; Cowper, 121. 
HAIR, beware of her ; Shelley, 179, 
HAIES, gray ; Bacon, 41. 
HAND, helcljn mind ; Prater's Magazine, 


HANDS, languid ; Mrs. Piatt, 143. 
HAPPINESS, do not speak of; Plutarch, 

trinity of; Wiltits, 40. 

no dream ; Byron, 60. 

partaker of; Shakespeare, 61. 

bitter to look into; Shakespeare, 

duty of being; Stanley, 118. 

what constitutes ; Micawber, 263. 

secret of; Clarke, 238. 

a congruity ; Butler, 245. 

if we have not; Burns, 311. 

a sad sight; Young, 329. 
HARANGUING, insupportable ; Home, 

HARMONIZATION" with environment ; 

Cooke, 34. 

HASTE, always in ; Wesky, 303. 
HATE, what to ; Robertson, 115, 
HATRED, too keen; La Rochefoucauld, 


HE that lacks to mourn; Taylor, 63. 
HE was aweary ; Reatf, 45. 
HEAD, often betrayed ; Fielding, 27. 

feeling its bumps ; Holmes, 35. 

empty purse into ; Franklin, 14. 

HEALTH, soul of enjoyment; Teinpfe, 

an index; Martineau, 246. 

to preserve ; Sblncy, 308. 
HEAR, unwilling to ; Chcs'erfleld, 317. 
HEARERS, who inspire ; Vinet, 140. 
HEART, half, whole ; Bond, 60. 

human ; Wordsworthj 58. 

a hea\ y ; Whittier, 62. 

wants of; Bfeckinridge, 104. 

requires training; Zfte Galaxy, 

each sees his own ; Goethe, 234. 

crushed ; JRobertsun, 115. 

blood-tinctured; .Mrs. Browning, 


what flows from ; Blair, 313. 
dwindles enlarges ; Mobeson, 

to steal a young girl's; Mm 

Muloch, 185. 

twilight of; Halle&c, 395. 
when broken ; JBunyan, 402. 
HEARTHSTONE, corner-stone, Bellows, 

HEARTS, padlocked; Beecher, 131. 

in palaces and cottages ; Owen, 


turn to God; Vaughan, 318. 
like apples ; Holland, 277. 
to live in; Omp&e, 239. 
predestinated ; Anna Dickinson, 

HEAT, of the universe; , 363. 

HEATHEN, conversion of; Newton, 263. 
HEATHENISM, seeking religion; Lvth- 

ardt, 85. 
HEAVEN, to win ; Robertson, 31. 

a prepared place; Moody. 51. 
the stake; JSfagsley, 120. 

leave the event to ; , 303. 

how we mount to ; Alcott, 317. 
best vision of; Storrs, 362. 
sweet surprise ; Price, 390. 
HELL, ubiquitous; Robertson, 88. 

not highest punishment; Auer- 

bach, 89. 

what is ; Robertson, 89. 
the awful refuge; McDonald, 89. 
consolidation of evil ; Starrs, 88. 
must be ; Browning, 90. 
not material fire ; Dale, 90. 



HSLL, absence of hope ; Murray, 90. 
the Gospel's; Bforrai,90. 
necessity of; OK>, 90, 
benefit of; fieecher, 91. 
wrath of God ; Jacobus, 91, 
arguments against , Dabney, 92. 
"Penalties"; Carlyle,&2. 
a distinction ; Slack, 92, 
final rendering of accounts ; 

Swing, 93 

eternal ; PMps, 93. 
shield of God's judgment ; Mrs. 

Browning, 93. 

little thought of; Corners, 96. 
HELP, the truest ; Brooks, 33. 
HERO, in battle ; Calhmm, 261. 

none to his valet ; Mad. de Se~ 

mgne, 307. 

HISTORY, making-r-writing; Sherman, 27. 
unrolled scroll of prophecy; 

Garftdd, 370. 

a divine poem ; Garfteld, 372. 
mournful follower; Smith, 410. 
HOBBY, a man's ; Furness, 41. 
HOLINESS ; a great snare ; McCh&yne, 34. 

highway of; Smith, 84. 
HOME, green bower of; Hatteck, 189. 
crystal of society ; Smiles, 189. 
not four square walls; Queen, 

peace at j , 190. 

our true ; , 414. 

a haven ; Mrs. Idvermore, 322, 

HOME-LIFE, inharmonious; 190. 

HONOR, from God from man, McDon- 
ald, loa 

true; SchUer-, 27. 
HOPE, rainbow of,. Jack, 32. 

how bright; Towmhend, 314. 
and sleep ; Kant, 36. 
heavenly; Towmhmd, 314. 
setting of; Longfellow, 37. 
as companion , HoMburlon, 53. 

our ; , 230. 

through gloom ; , 250. 

alchemy of; Round Table, 262. 
always liberal ; Johnson, 263. 
HOUR, one self-approving; Pope, 51. 
HOUKS, our past; Young, 80. 

golden links; Adelaide Procter, 

squandered; Whittier,M5. 

HOUSE, spiritually empty; Arnold ', 41. 
HUMAN, all that is ; Gibbon, 307. 
HUMILITY, base of virtue ; Bailey, 283. 
HUMOE, in man ; JBeecher, 118. 
HYPOCRISY, magnificent in promises; 
Burke, 344. 


I KNOW the hand guiding me ; Brifftf 

Evangelist, 252. 
not if; Atford, 288. 

I LIVE for those that love me ; 24ft_ 

I THOUGHT to work for Him ; 1'IC. 

I WILL go forth ; Smith, 52. 

be heard ; Garrison, 22. 
IDEAS strangle statutes ; Phillips. 10. 

louder than cannon ; Paxfon. 10. 
reach people ; Guesses at Truth, 


tr. uble us ; Brook*, 12. 
go in silence ; Daufoigne, 12. 
forming exact , Faraday, 14. 
their caricature , Palmer, 44. 
IDEALIZE the real; Hedge, 303. 
IDEALS, all higher , Siving, 103. 
IDLE, he is, Socrates, 310. 
IP i LEAVE all for thee ; Mrs. 

ILLUSTRATION, wisely chosen ; 


'IMITATION of Christ ;" Georffc Eliot, 404. 
IMAGINATION, indebted to ; Burke, 79. 

retina of universe; JZtiskin, 266. 
IMMOETALITY, evidence of; Emerson, ,10. 
remove, what is man ? Spencer, 


longing for; Addison, 279. 
IMPIOUS, to be sad; Shakespeare, 242. 
IMPOSSIBLE, not good French ; Napoleon 


IMPKOVWFNT, human ; Jtkmny Wn'ghi, 

IMPUDENCE, not Independence ; , 

what to be said of; fielding, 

IMPURITY, to conquer; Essays &nd Me- 

mews, 116. 

INCONSTANCY falls off; Shakespeare, 876. 
INCPEDULITY, universal; Goldmiffi,, 87C, 
INDBGRIMINATJE defense; Junius, 8,9. 



INDIVIDUAL, responsibility of; MM, 


INDIVIDUALITY, want of; Mill, 30, 
INDIVIDUALS, like raindrops; Garjtetd, 


particular ; Marlensen, 244. 
INFAMY, not be missed ; Wilcox, 240. 
INFANT, begin with the ; Mirabeau, 17. 
INFIDELITY, methods, with ; Holland,S7. 
not spreading ; Bancroft, 146. 
a serpent ; 8. P. ., 384. 
invents systems of belief; S. P. 

L,, 385. 
INJURY, to pardon; Preau't, 259. 

invited by insult ; Proverb, 259. 
INNOCENCE, silence of; Shakespeare, 40. 
INNOCENT, keep me; Caroline Matilda, 


INSANITY, the plea of; Hoffman, 150. 
INSTINCT, prior to experience; Paley, 

migratory; , 146. 

no unanswered ; Clarke, 147. 
INSULTS, large pocket for; Mott, 32. 
INTEGRITY, pride of government ; Swing, 

INTEMPERANCE wipes out God's image ; 

Gough, 70. 

dethrones reason; G-ougli, 70. 
I dare and ought not to drink ; 

Quyler, 70. 

conquered by Christ ; Moody, 71. 
transforms into beasts; tihakes- 

peare, 71. 

only remedy against ; Dale, 71. 
INTERCOURSE, beautiful ; Auerbach, 29. 

epistolary ; Johnson, 122. 
IRELAND, her people ; R ight, 53. 

Gethsenrane of Europe; Red- 
path, 54, 
bound to English interests ; Fox 


reasons for woes ; Medpath, 54. 
IT is one thing, -another thing ; Shakes- 
pt.are, 314. 


JEALOUSY, no, without regard ; , 107. 

JERUSALEM, the new ;, 385. 
JEST, man in; Proverb, 27. 

serious thing; Churchill, 330. 


JESTER, the clerical ; Braofat , 115. 
JESUS, his influence; Carpenter, 88. 

the supernatural in ; string, 100. 
asks for the heart; .Atipofeon, 


coming to ; HoU, S94. 
JESUITESS, to be dreaded ; Sue, 237. 
JEW, pilgrim of commerce; Om^bf,are 

and Uowson, 229, 
JOURNALISM, a great profession; Bonney, 


JOY, true; Brooke, 300. 
JUDAISM:, hoping religion; Luthardt, 85. 
JUDGE, do not; Adelaide Proctor, 312. 
JUDGMENT, charity of; Mallock, 108. 
harsh ; Beecher, 109. 
the silence of deliberate; Gar- 

fleld, 149. 

JUST, to be ; Rwsell, 266. 
JUSTICE, of contemporaries; Napoleon 
the Third, 39. 

truth in action; , 312. 

essential part of; Bacon, 329. 


KEATS, his epitaph ; 409. 

at the grave of; Wilde, 410. 
KILLED by cruel wrong ; Bealf, 46. 
KINDERGARTEN, system of; tttinger> 

Kiss, innocent ; Mfabeau, 28. 

the farewell ; George Eliot, 308, 
KNAVES, the worst ; Lavater, 246. 
KINDNESS, kingly; Alice dtrey, 319, 
KNIGHTHOOD, not reward of worth; 

J&rrold, 31. 

KNOW, those who, the most ; IngersoU, 

we shall ; Gray, 193. 
KNOWING how things go ; Raskin, 37, 
KNOWLEDGE, sources of; Hodge, 14. 

is proud ; Gowper, 311. 

LABOR and capital ; Webster, 104. 

reigns ; , 351. 

LAND of settled government; Tennyson, 

LANGUAGE, barrier between man and 

animal; MHter, 270. 
LAUGH, its worth ; Lamb, 23. 



LAUGH KB, an honest; Scott 27. 
LAUGHING, a force ; Milton, 120. 
LAW commands; Mo ge, 50. 

an obnoxious ; Grani, 55. 

sentiment of the people ; Black- 
A>M, 14S. 

uniformity of; Minim, 168. 

profession of; Sharswood, 329. 

of society; Bonmy, 363. 

system of; Bonney, 364. 
LAZINESS ages ; Lytton, 264. 
LEAD thou me on; N&uman, 400. 
LEAF, mulberry ; Proverb, 233. 
LEAKNING, a little ; Pope, 277. 

hardest way of; Parker, 324. 

pillars of; Disraeli, 33. 

I am still ; Mi&hael Angela, 241. 
LET FATE do her worst ; Moore, 195. 

LET ME not ; , 106. 

LET us wipe our tears ; S. P- 275. 
LETTERS, what show; Chesterfield, 268. 

warmly sealed; Riehter, -8. 

of those we love ; Norland, 177. 

old and dim; , 179. 

never "burn; ,323. 

" LETTERS", a flood ; Swinff, 300. 
LIBERTY ! -Equality ! Fraternity ! three 
steps; Hugo,14S. 

safe only, when ; Garfield, ,169. 

crimes in the name of; Mad. 

Rowland, 22. 

LIBRAEY, statesman's workshop ; Ran- 
dolph, 268. 

man in a ; Di^reali, 366. 
LICENCE, not liberty ; MUton, 356. 
LIE, nothing need a ; Herbert, 64. 
LIFE, a comedy tragedy : Walpole, 24. 

truest Tiew of; Robertson, 34. 

knots in; Wise, 38. 

most difficult ; Riddle, 88. 

spectacle of; George Eliot, 39. 

charm of; rooke t 42. 

great end of; Matftews, 43, 

modern; Thomson, 47. 

doorways of; Mereditii,, 47. 

gift of God; J?Zacte,49. 

business of; Jf$Z, 49. 

inheritance of; Mrs. Grote, 50. 

sorrow in each; Longrfettow, 51. 

one hour of glorious ; Swtt, 56. 

high ways of; ffolmes, 59. 

battle of our ; LongfeUow, 61. 

LIFE, go carefully through; The Pres- 
byterian, 66. 

an education; Stanley, 92. 
shaping our own ; Ware, 97. 
parts of our; Parker, 98. 
when vanished ; ,4. T, L., 105. 
not choose our; Miss Braddon, 


a holy ; Moody, 140. 
the track of; Twtchell, 151. 
dearer than our own; Florence 

Percy, 191. 
idea of her; Shakespeare, 191. 

to live, to love, to lose ; 199. 

a discipline ; , 202. 

transfigured : Smith, 208. 
a glorious ; Herbert, 239. 
newness of: Johnson, 244. 
what we seek in ; JPascal, 230. 
a ho y ; Spurgeon, 246. 
a soldier's; Sehitter,2BL 
looking for the close.of ; Greeky, 

future; George Eliot, 256. 

chained down ; , 336. 

a mystic flame ; Cfeutf, 342. 
be not amazed at : Alford, 256. 
romantic vision of; Swing, 256. 
exercised in good , Wordsworth, 

measured by advance; , 


awfully injured ; Swing, 295. 
awfulness of; Wordsworth, 295. 
a lagged diagonal; Alger* 295. 
a sum ; Chapin, 296. 
a dream ; Seaumette, 296. 
evening of: Shuttl&worth: 296. 
not free from uneasiness ; Locke, 


confinement for ; Steme, 296. 
stains eternity ; Shelley, 2S6. 
ascending to ward heaven; Rick- 

for, 296. 

is gone ; Bkme, 296. 
the woof of; Robertson, 296. 
a crucible; Chopin, 297 ; 
went a-maying ; Gotertdge, 297. 
neighborhood of; RicMer, 297. 
plunge into; (Sfodfue, 297, 
truest end of; Penn, 297. 
this, the next; 



LIFE, too short ; Charlotte Bronte, 298. 
a short day ; Jfiss More, 310. 
the race of; Carlyle, 344. 
preparative; Poss, 345. 
to leave ; Mrs, Barbaidd, 417. 
very critical ; Alger, 418. 
LIFE-THOUGHTS, compressed; Mathews, 

LINCOLN, martyr of reconstruction ; 

Cincinnati Gazette, 860. 
ode to ; Taylor, 3C9. 
LITERATURE, poetry in; Parsdon, 173. 
immortality of speech ; Schtegefr, 


a mirror ; The Nation, 225. 

a photograph ; Swing, 226. 

LISTENER, enemy of the speaker; 

Preault, 140. 
lively ; Holmes, 139. 
LIVE, what we. in ; Bailey, 49. 
LIVES, pure ; Mad. Swetchine, 350. 

we lead two ; , 253. 

of' the good ; , 415. 

fortunate circumstances of our ; 

Goldsmith, 306. 

LOCKHART, be a good man ; Scott, 99. 
LONELINESS, feeling of; Southey, 59. 
LO^NG-FORGOTTEN thoughts and feel- 
ings ; Talfourd, 315. 

LONG-LASTING, precepts for ; Bacon, 263. 
LOOK above thee ; Burning, 384. 

back; ,351. 

LOOKING passively at future; George 

EUot, 38. 

forward with joy ; Garfleld, 372. 
LOOKING-GLASS, all love a ; South, 328. 

LORD, carostthou not; , 404. 

we must love thee ; Ormiston, 


deck us with grace ; Advent 
Carol, 195. 

LOST, these are not ; , 335. 

LOVE, birth of; Socrates, 45. 

unarmed, bt.t victori: us child ; 

JSmerson, 118. 
history of woman's ; Letitia E. 

Landon, 172. 
the first; Scott, 173. 
cheating itself; George Eliot, 


a first; The Galaxy. 174. 
our first ; Goethe, 174. 

LOVE, a woman's ; Taylor, 174. 

by what inspired ; Willis, 174. 

fall in rise in ; Bulwer, 174. 

what is ; The Galaxy,, 175. 

at first sight; Vincent, 175. 

inspired and reciprocated ; Eliz- 
abeth S. Phelps, 176. 

injured by nearness; Michter, 

when decaying; Shakespeare, 

man of sense in ; La Rochefou- 
cauld, !77. 

brings sorrow ; Smith, 177. 

of mature man ; Budwer, 177. 

buried ; Smith, 177. 

dream of; Whittier, 177. 

never lost ; Irving, 177. 

sacrifices all ; , 177. 

lost ; Tennyson, 178. 

loveliest; Scott, 178, 

weepeth always ; Tennyson, 179. 

reasons for ; Lomin, 181. 

voice of one in ; Willis, 181. 

not told ; Ingelow, 181. 

cannot die ; Southey, 182. 

deeply wounded ; Southey, 182. 

hide thy ; Lettti i E. Landon, 183. 

change of, unjustified; Mrs. 
Brown ing, 183. 

when, is done, , 183. 

alters not ; Shakespeare, 186. 

is enough ; Miss Wheeler, 186. 

cease ess ; Stanley, 187. 

wrongs of; , 187. 

Hope, and Memory ; Tennyson, 

guided by ; Sidney, 189. 

domestic ; Smiles, 189. 

course of true ; Shakespeare, 190. 

human, unsatisfactory; Hodge, 

man truly in ; Miss fifuloch, 194: 

forever ; Taylor, 194.; Slack- 
woods, 194. 

bidding farewell ; , 195, 

trial hour of; Ml tlie Year 
Round, 197. 

never found by many ; , 198, 

shaped by ; Goethe, 238. 

sympathy of ; WMtiier, 256. 



LOVE, the eternal; Hedge, 303. 

that sought us ; , 309. 

sweetest meanings of; Bovee, 331. 

thyself last; Shakespeare, 154. 
LUTE, rift within ; Tennyson, 265. 


MAJORITY, intellectual, numerical ; 

Disraeli, 21. 

MAKE too much of a man ; Bacon, 35. 
MAKING others happy ; Roger, 276. 
MALICE> keen-scented ; Function, 110. 
contrasted with friendship ; 

Hare, 348. 
MAN, a historical production ; Neander, 


hut a reed ; Pascal, 11. 
what he is ; Phelps, 12. 
stamps his value on himself 

Schiller, '-3. 

every great; Cfianning, 24. 
architect of circumstances ; 

Lewes, 25. 

finished; Humboldt, 26 
hero of an. eternal epic ; Shelling, 


"blood of; Burke, 44. 
his aim ; Collyer, 46. 
of the world; Halt, 48. 
who talks too little; Dickey, 49. 
face of a loving old ; McDonald, 


of merit ; Horace, 50. 
cheerful and confident ; Words- 
worth, 51. 

give light to ; Emerson, 59. 
who fails in business; Spectator, 

with God on his side ; Douglass, 


the real ; Goethe, 79. 
bad for a ; Beecher, 81. 
a worthy ; Smith, 111. 
the public ; The Nation, 111. 
think the best of; BolingbroJce, 


nerve is ; Beech&r, 128. 
the speaking ; Carlyle, 1M2. 
advancing through ages ; Miss 
t 145. 

MAN, apart, but not alone ; Jean In- 

gelow, 150. 
every, sails over an untried sea ; 

Mathews, 151. 

glory to be a ; Taylor, 158. 
legislates; Benson, 173. 
a great; JEffpleston, 189. 
without woman's love; Hollind, 

his social position determined 

by women; London Sat. Re- 
view, 189. 
when alone , Stewart, 226. 

most persuasive ; , 227. 

value of; TUton, 228. 
appreciated ; Buskin, 228. 
best friends of ; Colly&r, 231. 
a condensed Methusalah ; CV.a- 

pin, 231. 

seeking advice ; Chesterfield, 234. 
his best powers ; Spurgeon, 230. 
an idle ; Proverb, 236. 
wise unwise ; Emerson, 236. 
who rises ; Boyne, 239. 
his turn will come; McCune, 


the wise ; Proverb, 241. 
the superior; Confucius, 242. 
known by the man he honors ; 

Qarlyle, 242. 

success of ; Wilson, 244. 
born from above ; Moody, 244. 
heaven sent ; Moody, 244. 

apart from religion ; , 245. 

but man, at the best; WMtefldd, 


the br ive ; , 248. 

the life of; Bushnell, 248. 
should judge kindly; Alice Ca- 
rey, 249. 

dying; Franklin, 249. 
when a good, dies; Longfelfow, 

his nature, his merit ; Young, 


great,- poor ; Shakespeare, 260. 
judges rashly j Tupper, 261. 
a quarreling animal; JPalm&r- 

ston, 265. 

and time; Robertson, 274. 
like an insect; Voltaire, 281. 



MAN, like the butterfly ; Walpole, 282. 
value and progress of; Murray, 


rich; 'Rlton, 294. 
carries a private theatre ; Car- 

lyle, 297. 
who remembers his Helper; 

Taylor, 298. 
heated into resentment; John- 

contented; Bovee, 308. 
becoming divine ; Mann, 310. 
the most happy ; Goethe, 314. 
needs advice ; Plautus, 319. 
willing to be little; Emerson, 


naturally stupid; Swing, 323. 
wiser to-day than yesterday; 

Pope, 327. 

who cannot reason ; - , 330. 
of letters ; Whipple, 331. 
his conscience ; Jerrold, 332. 
shall not die ; Cleve, 344. 
age of ; Jerrold, 344. 
has interests ; S. P. L., 346. 
has aspirations ; S. P. ., 346. 
more than constitutions ; Whtt- 

tier, 347. 

an animal ; Smith, 347. 
an animal ; Burke, 347. 
pass for a ; Shakespeare, 348. 
end of animal creation ; A,gas- 

ste, 348. 
like an orange tree; Beecher, 


greater than a world ; Giles, 348, 
eulogy of ; Shakespeare, 349. 
product of his own history; 

Parker, 349. 

shapes his life ; Humboldt, 353. 
a really good ; Butler, 354. 
passes for what he is worth; 

Emerson, 364. 

with a belief; Garfield,^U. 
never constant ; Otway, 375, 
free to choose ; Beecher, 376. 
dying for man ; Barry, 412, 
MANAGING a little ; Hall, 318, 
MANHOOD mourns the follies of youth ; 

Shelley, 304. 

MANNERS, ornament of action; Smiles, 

MANSIONS, more stately ; Hdmes, 119. 
MARRYING for love ; Punch, lie. 

without money ; Punch, 192. 
MASSENA, not himself; Napoleon, 27. 
MASTERPIECE excites no sudden en- 
thusiasm ; Lewes, 129. 
MASTER, to work for; Haver gal, 216. 
MATCHES, one fire, the other ice ; Col- 
ton, i79. 

brilliant ; Harper's, 179. 
MATERIALISM, its aim and folly ; S.P.L. 

MATTOCK, stronger than lightning; 

Mann, 231. 

MAXIMS, condensed good sense ; Mack- 
intosh, 300. 

MEDICINE, a collection of uncertain 
prescriptions ; Napoleon; 72. 
study of rational ; School of Na- 
ples, 73. 

MEDITATE, how to, Fdber, 392. 
MELANCHOLY, convalescence of grief; 

Mad. Dubrenoy, 264. 
MEMENTOES of Eden ; Holland, 37. 
MEMORY, indebted to ; Burke, 79. 

fed love's soul; Tennyson, 188. 
retains the passing moment; 

Haven, 287. 

In the next world ; Ingelow, 294, 
land of; Gfarfield, 357. 
MEN, God needs the best ; George Eliot, 


greatest of a nation ; Renan. 30. 
lives of great ; Fowler, 51. 
worldly ; Overreach, 5o. 
without religion; Hitchcock, 5. 
all frail ; Thomas a Jtetnpis, 86. 
mocking of; Miller, 111. 
toiling in the night ; Longfellow, 


their convictions their aspira- 
tions ; , 123. 

beginning life ; The Nation, 131. 
high-minded; Jones, 162. 
reflected by women; McDon- 
ald, 173, 

logical ; Shefld, 173. 
the way of; Robertson, 173. 
their death ; Goodwynn, 249. 
the best of; Deekar, 2.J2. 
trained by adversity ; Storrs, 278, 



MEN, ill divine; Miner, 278. 

bad, good; Baxter 281. 

some not awake; Burke, 297. 

like the wolf of the fable ; Spur- 
geon, 300. 

of action, of thought ; Heine, 

earnest; Lytton, 306. 

in ardor of pursuit; SchiUer, 

of concealed fire ; Addison, 327. 

shallow, strong ; Emerson, 330. 

like stone jugs ; Johnson, 347. 

three classes of; Lavater, 347. 

few not ridiculous; Rochefou- 
cauld, 347. 

belief of great ; Emerson, 348. 

Tout children ; Napoleon, 349. 

ambitious ; Bacon, 368. 

great; Oarjield, 372. 

false, fearful; E Estrange, 3 ? 

with strong convictions; Gar- 
field 374. 

finding the Infinite Father; 

Ellinwood. 376. 

MERCY, attribute of perfection ; Boyes, 

abandons the arena of conflict; 
Abbott, 376. 

quality of; Shakespeare, 376. 

anl the unmerciful; Quarks, 

the rule of; Cowper, 376. 

of God; Hemy, 394. 
MILTON, need of ; Wordsworth, 52. 
MIND, acting constantly ; McCosh, 11. 

the restless ; L'ddon, 11. 

cultivated ; Beadle, 23. 

diseased ; Shakespeare, 277. 

emptied faster than filled; 
Boyd, 44. 

public ;JV. Y. World, 29. 

content with earthly good; 
Jer, 104. 

lean not on one ; MerediOi, 122. 

philosophic ; Wordsworth, 213. 

like the firefly; Bailey, 2BO. 

the Meccas of; , 414. 

MINDS of other men ; Lamb, 9. 

that confer nothing; Words- 
worth, 227. 

MINISTERIAL duty; CJiristmas Erans, 

success ; Robertson, 143. 

consolation ; Markham, 144. 
MINISTERS, most eminent ; Taylor, 137. 

how to employ their time ; Dod- 
drid e, 141. 

honored crippled ; Colfelt, 143. 

encouragement to; Crowdl, 143. 

their place ; Newman, 144. 

their thoughts while preach- 
ing ; Swing, 144. 

MINISTRY, preservation of; 2>ickson t 

call to the ; Tyng, 140. 
MINUTES, value of five; Napo'con, 25. 
MISERABLE, the way to be ; Kingsley, 82. 
MISEEY, yoked to guilt ; Bryant, 51. 

of a divided heart; Hodge, 84. 

the height of human ; , 376, 

MISFORTUNE, flying from; Sophocles, 

MISTAKE*?, thank God for ; Moody, 265. 

convince one of; Watts, 830, 
MISSIONARY, commerce of ; Cook, 382. 
MODESTY, its sins ; Mirabeau, 28. 

false ; Bruycre, 305. 
MOMENT, the tempting ; Sola, 312. 

the present ; Faber, 362. 
MOMENTS of confidence ; Southey, 97. 

seize ; , 240. 

lofty ; Holland, 279. 
MONEY, man who needs ; RicUer, 28. 

love of; 6Vos6y,102. 

God's estimate of; Swift, 103. 

provocation of refinement ; 
Mitcltell, 103. 

lover of; Epictetus, 103. 

this idol-god ; Swing, 103. 

trust not in ; Holmes, 204. 

when man pursues ; Swing, 329 
MOON, flatterer of decay ; JSulwer, 271. 
MORALITY, vestibule of religion; Gha- 

pin, 380. 

MORALS of shopping; J5 echr, 103. 
MORROW, there is no ; Preston, 47. 
MOSQUITO, incarnation of evil ; Evans, 

MOTHER, a, and her dead child ; Melt- 

ens, 18. 

secret hope of a ; Jffolme, 111. 



MOTHER, no one forgets his ; & P. L. 19. 

longing for ; Ellen, Gates, 293. 
MOTHERS with living children; Chr. 

Union, 325. 

MOVEMENTS, living ; Newman*51. 
Music, what gives us ; Herbert, 19. 

speech of heart ; Wagner, 221. 
has its grammar ; Forney, 222. 
of art, of nature; Robertson, 


sacred; Smith, 222. 
when, grieves; Smith, 222. 
a pensive memory ; Swing, 222. 
in the front ; Swing, 222. 
its effects; Beethoven, 222. 
will last; Smith, 222. 
the devil cannot -stand ; Luther, 


man without; Shakespeare, 223. 
luxury of; Belle Brittain, 223. 
martial; Smito. 224. 
sister of Poetry ; Schaff, 224 
impressive, expressive ; San- 
key, 224. 

we love ; LetitiaB. Landon, 224. 
night filled with; Long/ell >w, 


cleans the soul; Auerbach, 221 
MUSICAL, how much in the ; Carlyle, 223. 
criticism, a misnomer; Ed- 
wards, 224. 

MUSICIAN, by profession; Goethe, 224 
MYTHOLOGY, religion growing wild; 
ScheUing, 267. 


NAME, insignifican ; Dcrms, 51. 

a good ; Wordsworth, 70. 

a good ; Jeffrey, 245. 

a good ; Shakespeare, 114. 

stained by follies ; J?tww,'.70. 

carrieth impression and en- 
chantment; Bacon, 239. 
NATION, funeral pyre of a ; Bayne, 53. 

ballads of a; FMcher, :,03. 

our; Gtarfteld, 160. 
E, greater architect ; Swing, 44. 

Ge'itile's Bible ; Goulburn, 81. 

uniformity of ; Martineau, 145. 

faith in ; Wordsworth, 206. 

great miracle of; Bryant, 207. 

NATURE, gifts of; Rtgen, 211. 

human ; Johnson, 23*2. 

nutrition in ; WMftaker ; 233. 

book for genius; Jfotf. Dcluxy, 

has caprices ; Macau-lay. 301. 
NEGRO, image of God; Fuller, 268. 
NEGRG-QUFSTION, the, on the brain ; 

Prentice, 269. 

NEPTUNE, not blamed ; Preaitit, 242. 
NEWSPAPERS, not a private enterprise ; 
Bonney, 373. 

man who reads; Bonney, 374. 

teachers of disjointed thinking ; 
Rush, 65. 

educator of the age ; BaK), 129. 

mirror of the times; Babb, 129. 

Sunday ; Pittsburgh Catholic, 129. 

hostiles ; Napoleon, 302. 
NEW TESTAMENT, beginning of books ; 
Purjfctr, 86. 

highest style of thought ; 


knowledge of; Locke, 374. 
NEW YEAR, a happy ; Mumer, 232. 
NIAGARA, ode to ; Mrs. Slgourney, 209. 
NIL ADMIRARI, a motto ; Brydge*, 328. 
NIGHT, darkest ; George Eliot, 440. 

its blessings ; Burton, 399. 
NOBLENESS will rise ; Lowell, 30. 

of bearing; Huntington, 48. 
NOBILITY, essence of true ; Fronde, 321. 
NOBODY, willing to be ; Payson, 30. 
NOT YET, friend ! Bret Harte, 326. 
NOTHING, worth getting angry; Ray- 
mond, 30. 

too hard ; Rerrick, 300. 

dies ; Byron, 331. 

NOVELS, popular, of the day ; Greyton 
Letters, 63. 

poisoning home life ; Dix, ' 6. 

sensational ; McCarthy, 65. 

sentimental ; Lord, 67. 


EURIPIDES ; Epitaph of Euripides, 250, 
LORD, is this the way ? Beadle, 271. 
OCCUPATION, according to man's nature; 

Smith; 113. 
OH, keep their memory green ; Vena- 

bte, 161, 



OH, let us carry hence each, one ; 

, 225. 

OH, it is hard to work for God ; Songs 

of Devotion, 280. 
OBSTINACY, heroism of little minds'; 


ODOR from tainted goodness ; Thoreau, 


OFFICE-HOLDEBS, rarely die, never re- 
sign ; Jefferson, 53. 
ON T on, forever; Harriet Martineau, 401. 
ONE hand and the other ; Proverb, 262. 
OPERA, an experiment ; Edwards, 68. 
OPINION, a confession of character; 

Emerson, 44. 

corrupt public ; Curtis, 81. 
independent of will; Gastelar, 


public ; Murray, 150. 
unwritten law of society ; Mur- 
ray, 150. 

reasons for; South, 364. 
OPINIONS, sick of; Wesley, 137. 

troublesome to modify our; 

George Eliot, 108. 

OPINIONS, popular, braved, Qfeeley, 21. 
the greatest lie ; Carlyle, 21. 
like frost ; Townsend, 45. 
final sentence of; Murray, 151. 
OPPORTUNITIES, wait not for; Goethe, 


make your own ; Gough, 241. 
OPPOSITION, christened persecution; 

George Eliot, 121. 
brightest tribute ; Hayes, 352. 
ORTHODOXY, at present ; Chalmers, 142. 
Bourbon of thought; Hwdey, 


PACIFIC, empire of; The Argonaut^ 350. 

PAGAN, I'd rather be a ; Wordsworth 70. 

PAGE, digested ; Macautay, 14. 

beautiful quarto ; Sh&ridan, 268. 

PAINT, to, a look; Preautt, 228. 

PAINTER, has but one moment; Rey- 
nolds, 228. 

PAINTING, my wife; Michael Angela, 248. 

PAINTINGS, adieu, dear ; Mazarin, 214. 

PALEY, turning point of his life ; Barms, 

PANGS, thankful ; Johnson, 244. 
PARADISE, how I entered ; Zoroaster, 31. 
PART, we silently ; Richter, 420. 

never, without loving words; 

Riehter, 4U : . 
PAETING, too petty ; Shakespeare, 417. 

sweet sorrow; Shakespeare, 417. 
PARTY, how not to base ; Greeley, 78. 

burn idols of; Dougherty, l.V). 

spirit ; Curtis, 158. 

PASS, let us, over; Friends' Review, 334. 
PASSAGES, favorite ; Parker, 13. 
PASSIONS, of tragedies ; Johnson, 191. 
PAST, gone forever ; Robertson, 241. 

love's ; , 179. 

comprehension of the ; , 401. 

we, the results of; Robertson, 251. 

a bad thing unee ; tichiller, 241. 

comes not again; Longfellow, 

the, is past ; Smith, 276. 
PATIENCE, we need ; Phebe Carey, 126. 
PEACE, the way of; Moody, 276. 
PEARL, our v^hitest : Holmes, 420. 
PEN, brings the ; Bulwer, 29. 
PEOPLE, feeling of a great ; Kotssuth, 39. 

to sway masses of; McCarthy, 5J. 

will talk; Wa*h. Capitol, 114. 

second thought of ; Van Lur&i, 

government of, by, for the ; Lin- 
coln, 159. 

English ; Voltaire, 232. 

most difficult to know; Haw- 
thorne, 237. 

not all, discreet; Cervantes, 238. 

that give up God ; Bismarck, 277. 
PERFECT, the most ; Boyes, M73. 
PERFECTION, we may not demand; 
Miss More, 230. 

no trifle; Michael Angela, 308. 
PERFUMES, the seller of; Proverb, 46. 
PERISH policy ; * Macleod, 230. 
PERSEVERANCE, a Roman virtue ; Hav* 

ard, 241. 
PERSON, a tedious ; Jomon, 331, 

a startled ; Holmes, 271. 
PHILOSOPHER, stone of; Randolph, 264, 

stone of; JPrankUn, 317. 
PHILOSOPHY, practical ; Nwinff, 103, 

forgott ng God; ttanerojt, 116, 



PHYSICIAN, the avenge; Voltaire, 71. 

skilled to heal ; , 73. 

of souls ; BrecMnri ige, 104. 
PHYSICIANS, the arrantest charlatans; 

Stern ', 73. 

PHYSICS of the brain ; TyndaU, 28. 
PIETY, abuse another's ; Hurray, 34. 

ode to ; , 214, 

by the sid? of patriotism ; John- 
son (on the Christian Com- 
mission), 390. 

not in words ; Hood, 137. 
PILOT, never -without a ; JEmerson, 79. 

true ; Hugo, 80. 

ablest ; Cicero, 328. 
PICTURE, a poem ; Horace, 228. 

consolers of loneliness ; Swing, 

a man's head ; Beecher, 229. 

in sermons ; Hitchcock/ %1%. 
PISTOLS, sale of ; (7o%er,348. 
PITFALLS in our way ; Alice Carey, 249. 
PITY, for whom to have ; Dante, 51. 
PLACE, maintain the ; Goethe, 231. 

a, when things vex us; Miss Al- 
cott, 42. 

each his own ; , 294. 

PLAGIARISTS, their merit; Disraeli, 26. 

in the pulpit ; Buckley, 137. 
PLAIN-LIVING, no more ; Wordsworth, 28. 
PLAN not, but wait ; Macduff, 29 ). 
PLATO and Socrates ; Cokridge, 268. 
PLEASURE, poor material; Wendte, 35. 

in pathless woods : Byron, 211. 

the greatest; Lamb, 236. 

reflex of energy ; Hamilton, 245. 
PLEASURES, like poppies ; Burns, 264. 
POEMS, clear-cut crystals ; Bellows, 12. 

I have lived my ; Wilde, 178. 
POET, I come to touch thy lance ; Long- 
fellow (to Tennyson,) 211. 
POETRY, truth flying ; Beecher, 75. 

language of gods ; Rogers, 211. 

music married to sentiment ; 

in literature ; Parson, 173. 

a dream of ; - , 178. 

true test of ; Goethe, 226. 
bring with you ; Joubert. 234. 
POETS, like nightingales ; Bailey, 208. 
English ; Voltaire, 229. 

POINTS, to command life from ; Shelley, 

POLICY, no, like politeness; Ifogwa, 


POOR, poorer, poorest ; Jean Ingdow, 280. 
POPULAR, what is, deserves attention ; 
Thackeray, 30. 

discontents abroad ; Curran, 53. 
POPULARITY, care not for ; Chalmers, 58. 

no test of merit ; J2 ibertson, 260. 
POSITION, a lowly ; HaU, 32. 
POVERTY, the sixth sense ; Proverb, 266. 

despised ; Colton, 272. 
POWER, is everything ; Wnipple, 26. 

repeated effort ; Baldwin, 262. 
POWERS, Mirabeau's ; Dumont, 261. 

the heavenly ; 251. 

PRAISE, undeserved ; Broadhurat, 299. 

the breath of; Miss More, 322. 
PRAY more, worry les-j; Moody, 250. 

PRAYER, how the Lord answers; 

, 202. 

a helper ; Melanchton, 322. 

neglect of secret ; , 388. 

a golden key ; Hopkins, 390. 

a mighty instrument; Milter, 

laying hold of God ; French, 390. 

certain return of; Home. 390. 

a cry of want; Miss More, 390. 

things wrought by ; , 391. 

power of; , 391. 

and law; Coleridge, 391. 

necessary to a man ; Farrar, 397. 

unanswered ; Grace Aguilar, 397. 
PRAYERS, not heard ; Jean Ingetow, 394. 

of Christ; Tholuck, 392. 
PREACHING, mere professional ; Hamil- 
ton, 132. 

its province ; K Y. Herald, 133. 

preparation for ; Woolsey, 133. 

"fjolishness of* ; Hamilton, 133. 

most effective ; ParJcer, 133. i 

alluring to better worlds ; Gold- 
smith, 134. 

to the conscience; Princeton 
Review^ 134. 

to the conscience ; Goulburn, 135. 

ineffective ; Alexander, 136. 

effective; Spurgeon, 135. 

a lifetime of; Gough, 135. 



PREACHING, lite lightning ; Pond, 136. 

rule for ; Paxton, 136. 

may treat all vital questions; 
Robertson, 136. 

must be brief; Carlyle, 138. 

what we want in ; Shedd, 138. 

simplicity in ; Savonarola, 139. 

needs our energy ; James, 142. 

utterance of personal convic- 
tion; Cook, 14^. 
PRECEDENT, tenor of second rate men ; 

Parker, 19. 

PREJUDICE, prejudgment; S. P. ., 354. 
PRESENTIMENT, Mary A. Barr, 396. 
PRESERVED by posterity ; Stanley, 361. 
PRESS, the friend of reason; Cotton, 302. 

productions of ; Chapin, 302. 

like gunpowder ; Phillips, 302. 

cradle of reformation; Agnes 
Strickland, 302. 

a new element of power; Whip- 
pie, 302. 

liberty of; Macaulay, 372. 
PPETENSION is nothing ; Whipp'e, 26. 
PRETENSIONS, our; Mad. Girardin, 301. 
PRIDE, a noble ; JK chter, 322. 
PRINCIPLES, independence of; Jacobm, 

defection in; Dickens, 81. 

PRISONERS to fancy; , 326. 

PROBLEMS, to speak the ; Emerson, 248. 
PROCRASTINATION, a thief; Young, 240. 
PROFESSION, estimate of ; Burke, 364. 

of faith, my ; Pascal, 254. 

of faith, my ; Tilton, 255. 
PROFESSIONAL accomplishment ; George 

Miot, 109. 
PROMISE, so infinitely ; JFUMaff, 263. 

jn vain ; GouVburn, 135. 

PROPERTY and labor ; , 105. 

PROSE, truth looking on the ground, 

Beecher, 75. 
PROSPERITY, no ; Chap n, 16 >. 

the hill of ; 243. 

PROVERB, wit, wisdom; Mumdl, 368. 
PUBLIC, what serves the; Cotton, 261. 
PULPIT, leaping into; Woolmy, 133. 

affectation in the; Bfl.tribwgh 
,w&w t 133. 

noblest triumph of; B'echcr, 183. 

plagiarism in; Bw\'ley, 187. 

in and out of; McDonald, 144. 

PUMPKIN to myself; Thorcait, 281, 
PUNISHMENT, God's; Holland, 89. 
PURIFICATION ; Mrs. Browning, UU7., 
PURPOSE, constancy of; Cousin, 47. 

constancy of; Disraeli, 3B5. 

what men want ; Bulwer, 48v 

QUACK, when to prefer a ; Cotton, 7ct 
QUACKING, slaves o . ; Carlyle, 332. 
QUALITIES, good; Locke, 314. 
QUESTION, to settle ; Disraeli, 365. 
QUESTIONS, unse tied ; Garfield, 160>. 

same, old ; Whittier, 94. 

of duty ; , 243. 

QUOTATION, garbled ; Me Cosh, 267. 

classical ; Johnson, 271. 

an apt ; Proverb, 271. 


RACE of life, the ; Carlyle, 344. 
RACES, no accursed ; Castelar, 14C. 
READ master pieces ; Frazer, 14. 

great books ; Stanley, 14. 

Bible and Shakespeare; Mur-- 
pity, 15. 

reflect on what you ; Coleridge* 

READING, easy ; Parker, 324. 

READY for death ; , 418. 

REALITIES and illusions jRie/tfer, 23, 

and dreams ; Moore, 397. 
REASON, things above; Sidney, a r x 

test of ridicule ; Warburton, 327. 
RECOLLECTIONS, pleasant; 8. P. L., 286, 
REFLECTION, to master; Coleridf/e, 831. 
REFORM, work of , Whatel}/, 64. 

of Christianity ; Chapin, 15$. 
REIGN of law, the ; Garfleld, 270, 
REGRET, the vain ; Whittles 345. 
RELIGION, motives to; Butter, 81. 

professors of; Bethune, 88. 

built on introspection; Oanonr 
Mosety, 393. 

in walks of life; Jaygar, 86. 

what is; Luthardt ) B f i. 

enemy to vices ; Massitton, B9Sk 

now required ; Swing, 87. 

to vulgarize ; , 1B4. 

solid, substantial ; Wtdey, 37. 

revival of; S. W< jRresfoy'ertan, Xttft, 



RELIGION, never fashionable; Moody, 

ally of science ; Parker, 328. 

and science ; Holmes, 327. 

men without ; Franklin, 302. 

essential to society ; Laplace, 301- 

assent to God ; Martineau, 271. 

choicest philosophy ; More, 368. 

master piece of ; Vinet,3&3. 
RELIGIOUS indifference,' Robertson, 85. 

might ; Robertson, 138. 
REMORSE needs a comforter; Mrs. Sig- 
ourney, 320. 

characteristics of; Fronde, 131. 

affects some minds less; Rud- 
der, 392. 
REPENTANCE, man after ; Spurgeon, 390. 

most divine act ; Carlyle, 392. 

shuns the evil ; Shakespeare, 393. 

on the death bed ; Dow, 412. 
REPLY, impromptu ; MoUere, 308. 
REPUTATION beyond merit; Beatty, 79. 
RESOLUTION, irrevocable; Ssward, 79. 

native hue of ; Shakespeare, 411. 
RESPECT for those not succeeding in 
life ; Hillard, 41. 

position of; Kane, 149. 

he that does not ; Herbert, 242. 
REST, in a corner ; TITomas a Kewpis, 14. 

no, in the ministry ; Moody, 154. 

do not ; Goethe, 310. 

RESURRECTION, the ; Caroline Leslie, 2 r> 9. 
RETICENCE, a judicious; Chesterfield, 238. 
RETROSPECT of youth; Landon, 401. 
REVIVAL, genuine ; Cuyler, 139. 
REVOLUTION, fruits of; Rottiti, 306. 
REVOLUTIONS, like volcanoes ; Hugo, 28. 
RHETORIC, talent of decaying states; 
Phillips, 66. 

flowers of; Macaulay, 209. 
RIGHT, test of everything ; Wise, 38. 

on the scaffold; Lowell, 49. 

rather than President; Clay, 79. 

an eternal r *y ; Hugo, 232. 

to be in the ; Lowell, 325. 

doing ; Beecher, 844. 
RIGHTEOUS, become do ; Lu'her, 328. 
RIGHTEOUSNESS, turning to ; Boy'e. 304. 
RIPENING without shriveling ; Boyd, 84. 
RISE, for the day is passing; Adelaide 
A. Procter, 330. 

what we, by ; Holland, 315. 

ROMANCE, poetry of literature; Jfod. 

Necker, 302. 

ROME, the church of; Murray, 142. 
ROSES have thorns ; Shakespeare, 234, 
ROUNDS, to ascend by ; JJongfdtote, 298. 
RULES, golden ; Dickens, 37. 
RUMOR precedes tidings ; Taylor 292. 
RUT, gelting into a ; If ice, 23L 


SABBATH, benefit of; Qanse, 83, 

well spent ; Hale, 394. 

school ; Xhiryea, 140. 

a rainy ; Christian at Work, 245. 

a golden clasp ; Longfellow, 321. 
SACRIFICE, no heroic, ever lost; Oar- 
field, 370. 

it was no ; Livingston, 324. 
SADNESS, most unutterable; Brooke, 123. 
SARCASM, language of the devil ; Car- 
lyle, 266. 

sharpened ; Chesterfield, 266. 

SATISFIED, I shall be; , 333. 

SAVIOR, to Thee, their ; Hymnal, 413. 

voice of; Sarah Doudney, 215. 
SAXON cruelty; O'ConneU, 22. 
SCAN gently ; Burns, 281. 
SCHOLAR, the devout; Alg&, 13. 
SCHOOL, the Manchester ; McCarthy, 59. 
SCHOOLS, necessity of; Mann, 217, 
SCORN spent in vain ; Foster, 260. 
SCIENCE, ally of religion ; Parker, 328. 

topography of ignorance ; 

Holmes, 330. 
SCRIPTURE, gold mines of; , 17. 

pa sages ^of; Oreyson Letter^ 17. 

the version of; Rogers, 42. 

constructions of ; Whedon, 85. 

confirmed; Herschel, 362. 

read in two hundred languages ; 

Cook, 382. 

SCULPTURING of character; needier, 19. 
SCYTHIANS at feast ; Bancroft, 82. 
SEE, easy to ; Franklin, 27. 

to, not to ; Goethe, 243. 
SELECr, to, well ; Troublet, 265. 
SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS, not always awake; 

Emerson, 45. 

SELF-DENIAL, teach; Scott, 299. 
SELF-EASE is pain ; Whittier, 315. 



"SELF-KNOWLEDGE at the judgment 

f helps, 892. 

SELF-LOVE and self-neglecting; Shakes- 
peare, 237. 
SELF-MURDER, greatest crime; .Temple, 

SENSE, set in humility ; P&nn, 269. 

our helmet ; Young, 316. 
SENSES, characteristics of; Tyndall, 266. 

SENSIBILITY, not saving; 318. 

SWARATE, when persons ; JRuffini, 416. 
SEPARATION outhe day of Judgment ; 

fcorris, 418. 

SBEMON, poppy of literature ; Swing, 133. 
' reading a ; Parker, 133. 

the best; Taylor, 137. 
SERVE, to, by waiting; Hilton, 62. 
SET DOWN, when to; Mrs. Browning, 309. 
SIGH and grieve ; Thomas a Kempis, 406. 
SIGH of human heart ; Alger, 31. 
SILENCE, virtue of the feeble ; PreauU, 

sanctuary of prudence ; Qracian, 

who can refute ; Dickens, 227. 
SILVER-LINING of the cloud; Willits, 240. 
SIMPLICITY, supreme excellence ; Long- 
fellow, 23. 

of action through life; Heck- 
man, 126. 
SIN, argument for future life ; Taylor, 83. 

its characteristic ; Phelps, 158. 

be ashamed of; Wesley , 243. 
SIN, plated with gold ; Shakespeare, 277. 

the path of; , 331. 

the deadliest ; Carlyle, 392. 
SINNING against light ; Taylor, 33. 
SINS most prevalent; Chmby, 102. 
SKY, witchery of the ; Wordsworth, 59. 

clouded; Trench, 118. 
SLANDER, what is ; Joubert, 108. 

to despise ; (Mo, 108. 

first answer to ; Washington, 108. 

invention of; Addison, 108. 

to give ear to ; Culvert, 109. 

the devil's tongue; Luther, 109. 

impossible to escape from; 
Johnson's Rambler, 110. 

power of; , 113. 

SLAVE, his capacity ; Bitttinger, 273. 
SLAVERY, helpless ; Woolman, 148, 

SLAVES, they are ; Lowell, 325. 
SLEEP, type of death ; Cotton, 308. 

of death; Urquhart,2il. 

innocent; Shakespeare, 400. 
SMILE, the hopeless do not ; Holland, 32. 
SNOW-BALL, this being a ; Dryden, 298. 
SOCIETY, solution of books; Holmes, 15. 

prepares the crime ; Buckle, 28. 

code of; Lowell, 43. 
SOLICITUDE, what is ; Landor, 298. 
SOLITUDE, an hour of; Coleridge, 211. 

hath charms for the pure alone ; 

crowded ; George Eliot, 260. 

use of; Herbert, 250. 
SOLOMON, proverbs of; Stanley, 31. 
SON OP GOD, like the ; Huntington* 280, 
SONG shall be heard forever ; Smith, 222. 

the mercy of God; Antoinette 
Sterling, 225. 

one grand, sweet ; Klngsley, 240. 
SONGS, 'meet troubles with ; JBeecher, 223. 
SOREOW on account of sin; Rudder, 43. 

down with ; Shakespeare, 52. 

the storm of; Wordsworth, 130. 

abmtto-raorrow; Fleming, 217. 

crown of; Tennyson, 401. 

relief from ; Wilcox, 318. 
SORROWS, greatest; Paul, 265. 

unknown ; Woolman, 149. 
SOUL, on its knees ; Hugo, H. 

work of; Robertson, 388. 

true nobility of; Ike Marvel, 27, 

to preserve the ; Farrar, 397. 

dress and undress ; Herbert, 38. 

its natural modesty ; Brooke, 42. 

hampered by body ; Fowler, 176. 

passes through experience; S. 
P. L., 184. 

redeemed, from sin ; Cobbe, 2*12. 

that dares ; Sara S. Clarke, 240. 

greatness of; Addi&m, 867, 

incapable of sadness ; Countess 

de Gatsparin, 307. 

SOULS, created for each other ; Anna 
E. Dickinson, 174. 

joined for life; George Eliot, 180. 

agree ; Preault, 262. 

none understand ; Mil far, 117. 
SOVEREIGNTIES, several; Gktrfteld, 72, 
SPEAK, how to ; Agnew, 38. 



SPEAK, of -whomirt to; Cfeefl, 229. 
SPEAKING and feeling; Auerbach, 80. 

against time ; Sumncr, 66. 
SPEECH, sweet charity of; Mrs. Sigour- 

an undelivered ; Panmur, 48. 
SPEECH-MAKING, perpetual ; Froude, 36. 
SPHINX, the; Mark 2^am,273. 
SPIRIT, religious ; Emerson, 139. 

nerve thy ; Bryant, 112. 
SPIRITS, heroic ; , 415. 

our, dwell apart ; , 209. 

STAND, we may not; Ptatt, 61. 
STARLIGHT, vanished; Bulw&r,5&. 
STATE, what constitutes a ; Jones, 163. 
STATEMENT is argument ; SJiedd, 267. 
STATES indestructible ; Chase, 157. 
STATESMAN, first duty of; Disraeli, 79. 
STEP, the first; Proverb, 344. 
STIB, the fretful ; Wordsworth, 237. 
STOICISM, human nature in despair; 

Wilson, 84. 

STOP, let us; Johnson, 345. 
STORIES, unereditable ; Coleridge, 234. 
STORY, indelicate; Meld, 49. 

not the same ; George Eliot, 298. 
STRANGE faces; George Eliot, 31. 
STRENGTH to bear up ; Mrs, Hemans, 377 
STROKES, invisible ; Chronicles of Car- 
lingford, 192. 

STRONG are the mountains ; T60. 

STUDENT, advices to; Sharswood, 329. 
STUDY, impatience of; Johnson, 40. 

genius will ; Dewey, 50. 

method in ; Nevln, 243, 
STYLE, frame of thoughts ; Emmom, 43. 

of eloquence ; Gladstone, 67. 

the pulpit ; Shedd, 138. 

a gossamer ; Bancroft, 271. 
SUBJECT, how to master ; Princeton Re- 
view, 266. 

SUCCEEDS, what we keep ; Parfasr, 23. 
SUCCESS, talent of; Longfellow , 31. 

secret of; Disraeli, 33, 365. 

joy of ; Augusta Evans, 35. 

a matter of perseverance: 
Wendte, 47. 

colors all ; Thomson, 279. 

is prudence ; Higgtns, 279. 
SUFFERER, a real ; St. Bernard. 24. 

the best of men ; Deckar, 262. 
SUFFERINGS of others ; 

SUFFRAGE, question of; GarJIdd, 160. 

and education ; GarJUld, 369. 
SUICIDE, guilt of; JRobertmn, 116. 
SUMMONS of death; Bryant, 221. 
SUNDAYS, pillars of Heaven; Herbert, 3$4- 
SUNSHINE, gleams of; Burns, 60. 
SUPERIORS, we live with; Jaaerwn, 26. 

to live with; Efrictetus, 26. 
SUPERSTITION, and skepticism; HUch- 

cock, 70. 

SURFACE Christianity, Holmes, 31. 
SURPASS one's self; Q&tm (Ms&"awa,875. 
SURPRISE, bold; London Quarterly, 22& 
SUSPICION, killing the; George Eliot, 25. 
SUSPICIONS, unjust ; Lincoln, 80. 
SWEET, to know ; Byron, 175. 
SWORD, sacred ; , 56. 

a hideous flash ; Hugo, 282. 
SYMPATHY, gocd done by ; Farrar, 52. 

the primal ; Wordsworth, 213. 

silent, of love ; Whittier, 256. 


TAKE ME ! Bunyan, 27!. 
TALENTS, talk not of ; Montgomery, 310. 
TASK-MASTER, the ; Smith, 269. 
TASTES, aristocratic; Hugo, 24, 
TEA, sweetened ; Fielding, 347. 
TEACH me to live; Hymnal, 283. 
TEAR, drying up a ; Byron, 246. 
TEARS, their saeredness ; Helps, 42. 

nature's ; Shakespeare, 328. 

eloquent; Helps, 42. 
TELEGRAPH, a nervous system ; N. Y. 

Herald, 48. 
TEMPER, woman's ; Vincent, 188. 

good ; Irving, 296. 
TEMPERANCE, the cause of; Cobden, 306. 

its benefits; JPrank'in f 306. 
TEMPEST, the ; Annie Mathews, 338. 
THEATER, gateway to ruin ; Gurtey, 67. 

moral ; immoral ; Sweetzer, 07. 

reform ; Battimo e American, 68, 

sorts oT; Palmtr, 69, 

man's private ; Carlyle, 297. 

THEE, always with ; , 182. 

THANKSGIVING-DAY ; Warner, 232. 
THEOLOGICAL speculation; Christtieb, 

seminaries ;Clarke, 68. 
THEOLOGY, ideas of truth; Beecher, 330. 



THEY who die; Byron, 56. 
THING, good, abused ; Forward, 39. 

dishonor of; Plutarch, 231. 
THINGS, good ; McCosh, 115. 

that not happen ; Dickens, 237. 

little; Pascal, 29$. 

lovely; Swing, 265. 
THINK, how to; Miss Bfemer, 38. 

making others ; Cotton, 233. 

those who ; Goldsmith, 226. 
THINKER, the great ; March, 81. 

the profound ; Disraeli, 365. 
THINKING, no substitute for; World, 21. 

and acting ; McNutty, 80. 

free ; Jacobus, 69. 

wrong* ; M&r^ Clemmer, 120. 

whatis;'Ptoto, 221. 
THOU, way, life, truth ; Parker, 408. 
THOUGHT, whose is it? JEmerson, 9. 

key to man ; Emerson, 11. 

reverting to an idea, Hugo, 20. 

hour of silent ; Wordsworth, 42. 

sprinklers of; Holmes, 59. 

let your, rise ; Liddon, 119. 

tired ; Taylor, 121. 

nature of ; JBovce, 314. 

value of ; Bailey, 330. 

pale cast of; Shakespeare, 411. 
THOUGHTS, character ; Phil. Ledger, 10. 

our great ; Thackeray, 11. 

deep ; Wordsworth, 321. 

nations rest on ; Emerson* 12. 

people without; Goethe, 382. 

noble ; Sidney, 12. 

certain, are prayers ; JfMsro, 14. 

of others ; Brooke, 4 . 
TIMF, master of our ; Berkeley, 282. 

the present ; Porter > 82. 

like Indus ; Longfellow, 316. 

that marks ; Alexander, 291. 
TIMES, serious ; Qarfleld, 371. 

TIEBI), well! and what; 331 

'Tis HIS at last; Lowell, 9. 

TO-DAY and to-morrow ; Coleridge, 29. 

TOMB, thoughts at the ; , 198, 

TO-MOBBOW, a mystery; Miller, 288. 

I will do this ; Emmil, 319. 
TONES, cadences ; $pmcer, 221. 
TONGUB, lying ; Solomon, 259. 
TONGTJIS of others; Franklin, 40. 
TOTAL- ABSTINENCE ; 0' Oomor, .307, 
TREASURES, earthly; Blaif&, *J&L 

TREES, the tallest; Penn, 328. emergency ; Mathews, 33. 
TRINITY of happiness ; Wttlite, 40. 
TROUBLE, effects of; Gteorge Eliot, 402. 
TRUE, dare to be ; Herbert, 64. 

be ; All the Year Round, 124. 
TRUMPETS, Israel's ; Christ. Carol, 389. 
TRUST, what we, in ; Tennyson, 63. 

better to;,- Phila. Ledger, 394. 

in God; Macleod, 230. 

in another : Harper's, 192. 
TRUTH, when, emerges ; Browning, 57. 

on the side of; Whately, 73. 

honor every ; JEmerson, 73. 

neighborhood of ; Binney, 74. 

brotherhood of; Argyle, 74. 

like light ; Bulwer, 74. 

the proper stimulant ; Shedd, 74. 

not conquered ; March, 74. 

how to get at ; Sutler, 74. 

an apostle ; Phillips, 75. 

forgives not ; RmHn, 75. 

in our best moments ; Cook, 75. 

and the world : Athanasius, 75. 

made free by ; Cowper, 75. 

has quiet breast ; Shakettpeare, 75. 

and the universe ; Evarts, 75. 

ready for ; Brooks, 75. 

and error ; Luthardt, 75. 

overlooked; Bushnell 76. 

greatest homage to ; Emerson, 76. 

captive; Malebranche, 76. 

search after ; Lessing, 76. 

I have loved the; Buschnell, 70. 

to speak plain ; Prentice, 77, 

a commonplace; Coleridge, 77. 

in danger ; Cfuthrie, 77. 

the ring of; Robertson, 77, 

disagreeable ; Edgeworth, 77. 

sky of God's ; , 77, 

fears nothing; Quizot, 78. 

strong and safe ; Dickens, 78. 

revelations ot ; Dana, 78. 

crushed to earth ; Bryant, 78. 

i nd love ; Pumhon, 136, 

and social lies ; lennywn, 831. 

cannot perish ; Bancroft, 140. 

breaks through; Bryant, 23L 

great ocean of j Newton, 281. 

privilege of; Scrlwmr, 2IH>. 

afflicted; Taylor, 804 

once uttered ; Lmoett, 315, 



TRUTH, royal ; Alice. Carey, 319. 

is everlasting; Beecher, 330. 

food of the heart; Qarfidd,^^. 

not isolated ; Garfleld, 370. 
TRUTHS, like colored birds ; Swing, 10. 

the self-evident ; Aristotle, 36. 

most awful ; Coleridge, 74. 

the great ; Cosset, 76 

old, ever new ; Bunyan, 77. 
TRY and trust ; Smiles, 126. 
TURNER as a painter ; Ruskin, 23. 
TYPE, a single, Cuyler, 308. 


UNALMSED, the poor; Pollock, 313. 
UNBELIEF, air-pump of; JSie/iter, 365. 
UN-CHRISTLIKE, what is ; Murray, 112. 
UNCIVIL thing, say, act; Johnson, 121. 
UNEXPECTED, the ; Oarfleld, 331. 
UNGRATEFUL MAN; Publius Syrus, 364. 
UNHAPPY, he was not; Tennyson, 192. 
UNION, past, future ; Brown, 156, 157. 

preservation of; Chase, 157. 
UNITED STATES, Christianity; Noble, 154. 
UNIVERSE, its greatness ; foster, 268. 

their heroism ; Garfidd, 379. 
UNSECRET to ourselves ; Shakespeare, 48. 
USE the temporal ; Thomas a Ktmpis, 47. 
UTILITARIAN, a ; Hamiton, 242, 


VANITY, offended ; Helps, 40. 
VERDICT is the thing ; OConxett, 48. 
VERSE, power of a; Herbert 9. 

his choicest; Lowell. ^26. 
VERSED in life ; Armstrong, 250. 
VICE, keenly detected ; Robertson, 109, 

stings us ; Cotton, 243. 

a monster; Pope, 278. 
VILLAINY detected ; Goldsmith, 30. 

the days of ; Shakespeare, 268. 
VIRTUE, human ; Lee, 40. 

fugitive, cloistered ; Hilton, 236. 

strength of; BaMey, 243. 

difficult to reach ; I'eltham, 306. 

all bow to; DePinod, 307. 

a flower ; Cowper, 316. 

VIRTUES, high souled ; 233. 

VISION, faculty of; March, 272. 

VOICE, soft and low; SMtopeore, 172. 

a calling; TickeU, 389. 
VOICES, through time ; Byron, 388, 

pathetic ; Murray, 389. 


WALL, two sides of a ; Oook, 48. 
WAR is dread ; Birch, 56. 

a necessity ; S. P. L., 377. 

success in ; Napier, 377. 

and the Gospel ; Chopin, 380. 

never a good ; PravMin, 373. 

and peace; Longfellow, 380. 

orators of; Miller, 380. 
WATCHING, *he Lord's ; Bible, 416. 

WATER, eulogy of; - *, 72. 

WATER FOWL, to a ; Bryant, 210. 

WE are, what others think ; Jffazlitt, 345. 

WEALTH, no measure ; Mitchell, 103. 

corporative ; Phillips, 103. 

desirous of; MacavXey, 105. 
WEB, a tangled ; Scott, 248. 
WEEPER, voice of the; Sco$, 414. 
WEEPERS at our funeral ; Taylor, 70. 
WELCOME ; Shakespeare, 233. 
WEST song to the ; Bryant, 161. 
WHEN Goethe's death ; Arnold, 289. 
WHENCE and whither; Carlyle, 46. 
WHEN'ER a noble; Zon^/feZfow, 315. 
WHEREVER God erects; J>qfoe, 136. 
WHIGS of 1839 ; Brougham, 53. 
WHO art thou; Hugo, 385. 
WHOSOEVER is, etc. ; Garibaldi, 22, 
WICKED, the ; Socrates, 122. 
WIDENESS in God's mercy; Faber, 316. 
WILL, good; Jeffrey, 245. 
WIFE, a good; Eggleston, 189. 
WINTER, the ; Wordsworth, 328. 

twilight; JJowdiBon, 398. 
WISDOM, tone of true; Jeffrey, 396. 

is humble; Cowper, 311. 
WISHES, pleasures ; Jerrold, 29. ,' 

good ; JRichter, 38. 
WITTICISM, genuine ; Joubert, 311. 
WOMAN, the ; Macaulay, 122. 

differs from man; SlaoJde, 122. 

suffrage ; Ru&Mn, 123. 

ought to vote ; Train, 124. 

like violets ; Palmer, 172. 

masterpiece; Lessing, 172. 

" Eve ".; Mrs. Browning, 172. 



WOMAN, friendship; Rochefoucauld, 172. 

the study of; Wulis, 173. 

a high-minded; Vincent, 173. 

grandest work of; Duryea, 173. 

faithful ; Susan B. Anthony, 173. 

charm of; Gladstone, 174. 

praise of; HaUeck, 189. 

and shopping ; Auerbach ; 189. 

the task of; Blackwood's, 201. 

her mission; Blackwood's, 101. 

"superfluous" ; Livermore, 201. 

in future; McNutty, 203. 

sister of charity ; Tarbox, 204. 

not the same; Lander, 300. 
WOMEN, if could not cry; Jerrold, 807. 

criticised by : Disraeli, 366. 

talking to ; Disraeli, 366. 
WORD, in kindness ; Cotesworthy, 320. 

one simple; Lowell, 254. 

my last ; McU&r, 420. 
WORDS, worthy ; Bulwer, 9. 

keener than steel ; Miller, 232. 

are things ; Byron, 9. 

the whip of; Clark, 12. 

immodest ; Jtoscomwcm, 48. 

strange ; Guesses at Truth, 66. 

idle ; Dickey, 113. 

gentle ; Sunday Magazine, 113. 

and thought ; Sfewart, 221. 

burning; , 227. 

once spoken ; Roscommon, 315. 

that heal ; Mrs. Sigourney, 320. 

his, are bonds ; Shakespeare, 320. 

loving ; Xtichter, 416. 
WORK, no success without; Garjtdd, 22. 

care about your ; Spurgeon, 24. 

motives of; Emerson, 37. 

to deceive ; Beadle, 41. 

done for Q-od ; Kwx, 88. 

the quiet ; , 116. 

restorative ; Bsecker, 140. 

not hard enough ; Xngelow, 191. 

silent part of; Story, 226. 

earnestly ; Lwette, 247. 

get leave to ; iff s. Browning, 249. 

half-day's done; > 261. 

great panacea; , 895. 

WORKING-CLASSES, the; Gladstone, 50. 
WORLD, governed ; OxtnsMerna, 28 V 

too serious; Cte%2te,43, 

shadowed, brightened; Parker, 

WORLD, like a desert; Dryden, 46. 

needs of the; Miss Mare, 81. 

does not care ; Thackeray, 11 1. 

a solemn fact ; JReed, 121. 

book of woman; Rousseau, 172. 

the, changes ; Bryant, 231. 

its smile; Bulwer, 236. 

fever of the ; Wordsworth, 2V7. 

how to go into ; Gtood! TForcZs, 1240 

towards the ; Scott, 242. " 

seed-corn for; Judson, 265. 

the, still young ; Tyndall, 271. 

a newer ; -- , 274. 

a good the worst ; Bulwer, 274. 

hollow-hearted ; Prentice, 282. 

governed ; Woolsey, 313. 

stand against; Randolph, 317. 

out of tune ; -- , 318. 

not what it seems ; Moore , 397. 

leaving the ; Gotthold, 409. 
WORLDS, both, viewed^ Walter ,323. 
WORSHIP without churches ; Smith, 321. 
WORST, the ; Shakespeare, 247. 
WORTH, true ; Alice Carey, 319. 
WRESTLING with sin ; Coqtterel, 86. 
WBITE, to, from heart ; Tupper, 228. 
WBITERS, the finest ; Gilfillan, 206. 

injudicious ; Felton, C01. 
WRITING WELL ; Sheffield, 268. 
WRONG, the battle against; Mttiray,llZ. 
ten censure ; Pope, 268. 

YEARS, thousand from now ; Wayne, 25. 
YESTERDAY and to-day ; Cassel, 288, 
YOUNG MEN, advices to ; Howard, 82. 

must work ; St. John, 116. 

and amusements ; Tulloch, 124. 

shape their fortune ; Porter, 252, 

do something ; Stanley, 262. 

a heaven above ; MitcheU, 2i 6, 

not cautious^ Bufke, 808. 

learn ; Bpwrgeo/ij 807. 

acting; 0lyle % 11. 

best way for ; JTOotew, 821. 

advice to ; Mr*. Gaff t, $24. 

must win spurs; Qarfidd, 872. 
YOUTH, how beautiful; Long fellow, 125. 

stars of our j Jfoto* , 286. 

a bank ; ATod &w>$cMm, 295. 

when it is over ; - - , 402*